Like You've Never Heard It Before…

There lived a lion whose name was Zion in the land of Curds and Whey,
He loved a spruce, whose name was Zeus, in a very special way,
He mounted her arse on a trip to Glen Carse and came like a vinegar bottle,
When he grabbed a bit of her ample tit and squeezed to make the flesh mottle.

She said put a sock on that bestial cock and pound me right up the wazoo,
And do that trick with your gnarled old prick that sends me to Timbuktu.
So they humped away for a week and a day in their beautiful pea-green boat,
And let people watch for a bottle of Scotch and a brand new five pound note.

Up The Wazoo

The poem carries the faintest echoes of The Owl and the Pussy Cat. Faint, and very badly distorted.


Rude Rhymes


Max Scratchmann

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