Rigs on the trucks caused the disaster
Rugs in the attics cracked the rafters
Tugs in the Baltic’s crashed the raiders
Bugs and his buddies crushed the crackers
Hugs hands his crushed nuts to the knackers
Chicks dig the loose bollocks inside knickers
Chuck digs holes for bollards in Twickers.
Fuck in holes for balls are twisted.
Sucking whores are very gifted
Trucking doors should be uplifted.
Fucking whores could be shifted
Innocent beginners could be grifted.
Reticent burgers couldn’t be grafted
Deficient burghers should be shafted.
Sufficient burners could be drafted.
Satisfied orders are fully filled unless shifted,
Stratified coders are finally useless when lifted
Codified strata are scientifically listed
Cod in fried pasta is terrifically twisted.
Bods with dried testes are horribly wasted
Rod tried his bestest for four wobbly waiters
Ropes tied her breasts to more wooden rafters.
Hope tried her vest to prevent disaster
The dope tied his horse to the nearest pilaster.
The rope like a whip and his horse just ran faster.
Her hope liked the force a bit harder
He groped for the bit, hard on his hand.
The soap was a hit like lard on his glans
The rope bit like wire into her hands
the dope hit like wine in her head