Three Words Daily (Or whenever you like)

and fishnet stockings

under monk's habit

to be discrete

with some suspenders

adjusting the clips

makes them fit

around the lumps

of rather chewably

cheap nutty slack

In 50KG pack

of very naughtiness

he's so moneysupermarket

that elephant rider

a big chap

and big saddlebags

housing heavy balls

of polished metal

within potato sacks

well soiled, moist...

and heaving with

lashings of creamy

Jamie's cake mixture

Pukka, nice one.

looks suitably stiff

Beat those whites

making it rise

until it explodes

into pink stars

summon the cream-boy

ramming his cone

down his bone

covering his hand

coughing without lungs

Sneezing without nose

step-up the rungs

barfing up a

Chinese takeaway delivery

good ol chink..

of light shining

through a crack

in the wall

of death no-less

Suddenly, Batman and

split his pants

and hunted Elephants

joker stylie farting

itchy piles smarting

causing severe leakage

and embarassing squeekage

across the crevice