no teeth ethel?
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no teeth ethel?
nevertheless, she managed
the rugby team
swallowing whole their
moist quivering quims
not the frenum
initially preferred by
pete the perve
fancies young boys
who cough violently
whilst draining bulging
doris's omelette embarrasment
the eggy effluent
that usually emanates
between Doris's bow-legs
was excessively salty
but never underestimate
her ability to
lovingly rub excrement
shoot ping-pong balls
and somersault hyperactively
in the nursing-home
to loud applause
falling on deaf-ears
with unfortunate consequences
for the matron
entangled in her
wee-saturated panty gusset
wring-out, drink, savour
the fishy flavour
gastronomes' delectation guaranteed
and a moustache
that's gingered coloured
will grow if
tramps dance around
outside Primark, hoping
ruddy festering complections
scabby mucus infections
will garner support
in mouldy jock-straps
where festering puss
mingles with royalty
creating chinless wonders
and boy blunders
farts like thunders
overpowering reeking odour
pervaded the nunnery
where Sister Mary
had a canary
to squeals-of delight