the idea that im posting this makes me laugh

alot

im oncall by the way, it does strange things to a man:


Part way through the evening
The lads were 'round in force
OF course they'd all been drinkin and thinking of woman and rutting
When one produced a card
Hard plastic for pleasure

Strutting their stuff their minds made up
Not stopping to think (Well maybe of pink)
Seeking, soon to be there
Treasure, Ladies spread bare
And only small care of which one to pick

Born was the grin of a groin and their faces
Tracing backwards and forwards
Between porn and the sweet shelf

Finally the climax of the rock hard mission; the decision
Not one
Not two
But 3 to see, here

Switch card the art with little time to sign darting out to the street not a beat missed in elated mood some difficulty walking and pictures that were rude