Walking back from Hale, up that long hill, thinking about recent cuk threads, thinking about Pogles homoerotic image and Macca's divorce settlement. I wondered whether I could ever bone a bird who had a wooden leg
Then I set it to a rhyme
I knew this bird from Liverpool
I never had one fitter
She had a great big accident
It didnt make her bitter
We carried on our sex-life
There's no way I'm a quitter
I said 'Never mind her wooden leg'
and whopped it up her sh 1 tter
Then I set it to a rhyme
I knew this bird from Liverpool
I never had one fitter
She had a great big accident
It didnt make her bitter
We carried on our sex-life
There's no way I'm a quitter
I said 'Never mind her wooden leg'
and whopped it up her sh 1 tter
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