Just lookin'

Go on, let me see to know

Just a bit little of ruination

And a crumb of that

Bit on the side.

Surely a mans wish is

For you to hide your

Clothes

Rather than under those.



Roll the bun, sausaged fun

Let it fall out so

I can put it back in the bun

The in outs more

Fun than the eating anyway



Well now the wind

Feels you, will you let

It harass you ?

Or will you sue ?

Like old father time

The whole of natures one

Dirty mind.

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