If I Didn’t Have You—Who Would I Hate?

Bicycle.
By sickle.
Shut your whore mouth!

Semicolon,
Or semiconductor.
What do you think?

Finicky bugger,
You are.
Get to fuck!

Ramadan was,
A time for celebration,
In Upminster.

Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!
Remains! Remains! Remains!
Stuck in the cud.

Smelly Packy Stanny,
Had had enough of the jibes,
And took a shower.

All of your nightmares,
Will become fantasies,
When you eat that Stilton.

I will commend you,
For your observance;
I’ve, indeed, a hairy arse.

I wish you were here,
Hanging by the neck,
Instead of me.

Not to be a cunt or owt,
But I think all homos,
Are disgusting cretins.

Riddled—Lob Off Your Foreskin

Bishop takes pawn:
A tale of forbidden love.
The clergy,
Is in uproar.

Cleveleys,
Became the new,
Centre of industry,
In our post dystopian world.

Take a hotshot,
In my balloon knot.

Carefully apply,
The bell cheese,
Onto the sourdough.
Nigel Bellcheese.
Cheese,
Of the bell.

Bellend.

Circumcision,
Is pretty much,
Physical abuse,
And paedophilia,
In one weird package.
There!
I said it!

Hands all over my,
Bellend.

Cleveleys.

Ready, Steady—Dick Kick

Whereupon.

I didn’t see,
Her ginormous breast,
Until the katana,
Had sliced it in twain.
Firm, pert nipple,
Irreparably ruined 😢

To you, I say thus:
“Diskley Whipelhämer,
You daft twat!”

Bald head,
And Jan Nielsen.
Imagine the fury,
Of the folk of Kiribati.
Bellend,
And foreskin.
Chlamydia was a must.

Pooh.

Turd.

Shit.

Hale & Pace;
A comedic spectacular!
Russ Abbott.

A Cracking Set—Tits

It’s morphin’ time!

Mastodon!
Pterodactyl!
Triceratops!
Sabretooth Tiger!
Tyrannosaurus!
Steve!

Rigormortis.
Down to the pub,
Went Fred Reaker,
To meet Pat Risher.
Paul Een was there,
But Rob Erta couldn’t make it.

Dogshit City,
Threw a wild knees-up,
In honour of,
The goosefish.

Back to the grill again;
The grill again…
Friends!
How many poets,
Must get dead,
Before somebody says,
“Don’t fuck wit’ Ed!”?

Wisdom was special,
Until pissflaps came along.
Blame women.
They’re the problem.
Kill them all!
Slit their throats!
Bleed them out!

Haha.

Virgin Heart—Stooping to Collect Dingleberries

Panda bear; panda bear;
What on earth dost thou doest there?
Panda bear; panda bear;
Tis not thou black eyes at which I stare.
Panda bear; panda bear;
Pray tell why for not thou care.
Panda bear; panda bear;
Tis queer to thy that thou doth rape a pear!

The pear, the pear,
The pear is on fire!
We don’t need no apples;
Let that motherfucker burn,
Burn, burn, motherfucker burn!

Timmy Chattersworth,
Gave it a ruddy good go.
What he hadn’t factored in,
However,
Was the presence,
Of little Tommy Two-Shits.

We all know,
How it goes.
Join in at home.
And a one,
And a two,
And a three, four, twelve…

Little Tommy Two-Shits;
He’s better than you.
If you’ve been for one shit,
He’s been for two.

Wander the arid deserts,
Of your warped little mind.
Sure, I said it,
But you’re reading it.
Who’s the real weirdo?

Smoking Beef—Shitting U-Boats

You have a big bum,
A big bum.
You have a big bum,
A big bum.

Hey!

Mix Andy’s urine,
With white flour.
A dash of ethanol,
And a handful of,
Pine nuts.
Put in a preheated oven,
At 200° for four hours.
Tastes bloody lovely!

Poofter.
All he did,
Was visit the Paki shop.
Ten pack o’ Berkeley Red,
And a waffle iron,
Please, Mafood.

Terrible.
Simply effing terrible.
A sausage;
A rasher of bacon;
Muhammad crammed,
Both into his gob.
Naughty imam!

Wank me off,
With your arse.
You will.
Slag!

A Damned Shame—What Became of the Doge?

I don’t take orders,
From you;
But I might,
Let you fist me.

Wazzock!

Jumping jellybean,
Did wander the sands,
Of DeLiviér Desert,
In search of,
An orthinclanaminuselibobulom.
Mystical,
And a bit of a tosspot.

Tee-hee-hee.
Dozy duck!
Tee-hee-hee-hee-heeeeee.

Pants?

Discombobulated.
If you say so.
But you’re a chocolate bar;
Incapable of rational thought.
Much like pansexuals,
And the Scottish.

Shut that fuckin’ door!
Pinky Ponk.
Ninky Nonk.
Pants.
Smelly shart.