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By *muma OP Woman
over a year ago
Livingston |
you thought you got away with it for another
unfortunately sweetheart, we hold these memories clear
the Borrower is his name
to be without him wouldn't be the same
we love it when he tries to win
but bless him.... he's's really quite dim
in all these years, he has not learnt
mess wi the Posse and you will get burnt
oor soapy thinks he is a stud
the rest of us are thinking DUD
we've only known you for a while
you're banter always makes us grimace... sorry smile
a gentleman and a rocket
you can take him home in your inside pocket
the women are a coming, and they're looking for soapy
your stomach should be churning and you should be looking quite rope
your guilt is written in the "musings" you write
the rest of us think "oh the usual shite"
a contradiction of sizes there is with this guy
a bubbly personality, but only knee high
now suddles we love you, but we do like to mock
because we have picture proof you have the tiniest cock
oh, you may look good in radox, but just remember this
you sit in the bath all of the day, but never get out to piss
you love to do your dressing up, you're the master of the art
as cupid, batman, slave or gnome
you are still a futtn tart
a man of many talent (coff)
the "karaoke king" (coff coff)
but grab the cotton wool and ear plugs
cos ye cannae futtn sing!!!
you are a pal wo is chilles
so cool and so rude
a laugh in your clothes
hysterical when nude
you walk in the socail
we know you are a real pink fairy
no 6 pack, lard ass behind
you're so scarey, wtf is goig on in your mind?
so we are getting straight to the point
you won't show your cock to every guy in town (coff coff coff)
and you're a useless singer
but spend an ickle time with him (then post the details)
with love and many thanks to me!!! ok, and the rest of you....Peaches, Granny, Diamonds, Femme, Chez, Bi-pussy, Polo, Petillante, Pearl, Funky Monkey
*** no forumites were harmed in the making of this poem... what happens after he reads it has absolutely no bearing on who typed it (and I don't know any of you)
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So let me get right to the point,
He dont pop his cork for
all the girls in town.
And he aint no big spender......
He spends......so little time with me.
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