Blues Riff In F Major–A Twat In A Hat

Onto something,
A little more,
Serious.
Did we ever discover,
If Dankle Wheezemop,
Was the infamous,
Roof tile thief?

Take an antacid,
And stop whining!

Goodness gracious!
What a terrible mess!
Ostrich feathers,
And gloom juice,
Combine to make,
A substance hitherto,
Unknown to science.

A pair of glassus.
“Can I,”
She started,
“Borrow,”
She continued,
“Your sock?”
She asked.

Infertility,
Is no laughing matter.
Tee-hee-hee.

Codswallop!
Finger us arse.
Get a dildo,
And poke yourself,
In the eye.

Low Batterary–Fleas in Your Chips

Sally’s underwear.
Sounds ludicrous,
Right?

A Tale of Morons,
And Mongs,
In Addis Ababa.
Drink your sister’s,
Menstrual blood.

Soggy finger,
In the trifle.
Can I borrow,
Your sock?
And your daughter.
I need a nosh.

Plippy-ploppy-ploo!
Braaaa-ha-ha-ha-haaaaa!
Trunks.

Daniel Xerxes Hitler.
Hitler, Hitler, Hitler.
Harry Hitler.
Herman Hitler.

You’re a knobhead,
And a faggot!
Where’s your mum?
She needs a good slap.
Might finger blast her,
As well.

Probilarimandum.
Touch my willy.

Can I borrow,
Your sock,
Sock, sock,
Sock, sock,
Sock, sock,
Sock, sock?

Geronimo!
Off Daniel flew,
And then fell.
Now he’s dead.
Stupid fucking cunt!

Brokeback bastards!
The benders are here!
Poppers on the radiator;
Arseholes gaping.
Shit everywhere!

Can I borrow,
Your sock,
Sock, sock,
Sock, sock…
Shock therapy!

Lasagne,
And garlic bread.
Wasted dreams,
For baked beans.

Slotting it in,
Like shag in a pipe.
I don’t smoke a,
Pipe, pipe, pipe,
Pipe, pipe, pipe…

Can I borrow,
Your sock?