Three Words Daily (Or whenever you like)

smashing her back-door

in with his

electric tin opener

prising open her

tight lipped mouth

and ramming-home a

big ramming thing

shaped like a

2-stroke paddy motorbike

with a sidecar

carrying a prossy

and her madam

pimp my bitch

then my ride

ride my bitch

with a tractor

Plough a furrow

In her valley

of the dolls

sniff yer balls

nice 'n' salty :eyebrows:

salt and shake

in the bag

driving a jag

or Triumph Stag

on the rag

without a fag

or a scud-mag

but no slag

so we brag

then we shag

the old bag

then we brag

in the Jag

not the Stag

wave yer flag

The Union Jack

and Jill went

to collect rent

from a hippy-tent

over in Gwent

where Betty went

to finally repent.

and is hellbent

not heaven sent

trying to prevent

a young delinquent

and his misspent

life in convent

filled with torment