To have you in my bed would be nice.
To share a fun and kinky vice,
I'd hate for you to drown
It would cause me to frown.
But breasts are a floatation device.
If I had breasts I might try it
But I'm sorry, my dad did not buy it
He only let fly
A chromosome Y
And my mommy's egg did not deny it
I probably could grow some tits
But I really don't know how that sits
With my image of me
So I'll let my chest be
As it is so my clothing still fits
He said to her: I cannot hold out
Let's do it right here on the foldout
But the foldout bed broke
And clamped down on his poke
Man, I never heard someone yell so loud
He feared that he broke it in two
But she really knew what to do
With the use of her tongue
It did not take long
To get it up again, feeling like new
I'm sure that acts on your part
Came from goodness instilled in your heart
It was warm, it was pure
But you also made sure
That your loving caress made it hard
There once was a guy from Gibraltar
Whose attempts to seduce could not falter
All his parties were wild
Till he got one with child
And her dad dragged him straight to the altar
Well of course he did not wed the dad
I think that would have been rather sad
'T was the girl that he dated
And then impregnated
That he had to marry in stead
I was told by two MAGA hat guys
That jokes about Trump Aren't nice
That they failed to get
The humour in that
Well, I said, then I'll just tell them twice
There once was a girl in Nantucket
With pussy as big as a bucket
The thought of sex made her cry
For there wasn't a guy
Who was so well endowed he could fuck it