A fingertip, the lightest stroke
Provokes that shiver of delight
Turning to explore the source
Touching senses in the night
Glide the contours soft and slow
The satin feel in lust
Beneath the calm a passion grows
Our desires now we trust
Anticipation feeds the fire
Breathing deep and fast
Commitment to the feeling
Though never meant to last
Rapidly the tangle twists
Consumed by feel of skin
Urging, yearning, add the haste
To feel the sense within
At last the union complete
Signalled with a gasp
Joined in flesh and passion
Tender touch is turned to grasp
Rhythm builds and changes
Slow, then fast and steady
Intruded by a shuddered pause
“have you bloody cum already!â€
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Sex God
Edited bythe Laird
Sex God
WENT TO A PARTY, MUM
I went to a party,And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum, so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive, Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice, And your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended, And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car, Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum, Something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me, As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say; This girl is going to die.
I'm sure the guy had no idea, While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive, Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, MUm Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me, Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mum, Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven, Put "Mummy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him, That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be here, alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mum, 'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments now, And I feel so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mum, As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mum!"
So I love you and good-bye.
by MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Drivers)
I went to a party,And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum, so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive, Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice, And your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended, And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car, Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum, Something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me, As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say; This girl is going to die.
I'm sure the guy had no idea, While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive, Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, MUm Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me, Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mum, Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven, Put "Mummy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him, That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be here, alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mum, 'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments now, And I feel so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mum, As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mum!"
So I love you and good-bye.
by MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Drivers)
HIGH FLIGHT
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings,
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth,
Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high, untresspassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God
That poem was written by WW2 fighter pilot John Gillespie Magee, American, he came to England in October 1940 and joined 412 Squadron of the Royal Canadian Air Force. He was 18. A Spitfire pilot, he was killed on December 11th 1941, aged just 19. The poem was written on the back of a letter he sent to his parents just before his death.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings,
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth,
Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high, untresspassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God
That poem was written by WW2 fighter pilot John Gillespie Magee, American, he came to England in October 1940 and joined 412 Squadron of the Royal Canadian Air Force. He was 18. A Spitfire pilot, he was killed on December 11th 1941, aged just 19. The poem was written on the back of a letter he sent to his parents just before his death.
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WENT TO A PARTY, MUM
I went to a party,And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum, so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive, Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice, And your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended, And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car, Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum, Something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement, And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me, As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say; This girl is going to die.
I'm sure the guy had no idea, While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive, Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, MUm Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me, Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mum, Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven, Put "Mummy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him, That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be here, alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mum, 'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments now, And I feel so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mum, As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mum!"
So I love you and good-bye.
by MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Drivers)
I read a similar poem a few years ago, still got a copy somewhere. It sent shivers down my spine just as it did reading this! Anyone thinking of having a drink and then driving should read this !!!!!!!!
Sex God
Edited bythe Laird
This weekend was just the best
I won’t leave you to guess the rest
And promise that I do not jest
When I say it was absolutely awesome
Drinking, laughing, chat and more
On the evening of the night before
I bet you wished you’d knocked that door
When I say it was absolutely awesome
The breakfast really took some topping
Then on with coat we’re going shopping
You’ll know how much I enjoyed stopping
When I say it was absolutely awesome
The afternoon then got pretty hot
Trying on the naughty things we got
You know the type of photos that we shot
When I say it was absolutely awesome
There were two of us but now there’s three
He joins in with her and me
Us girls had fun and so did he
And he said it was absolutely awesome
Would that be enough for you
Well we moved on to session two
A new man and new things to do
He cried “fucking Jesus, that is awesomeâ€
Alas the weekend goes so fast
It’s true to say we had a blast
Through time the memory will last
Because it was absolutely awesome
I won’t leave you to guess the rest
And promise that I do not jest
When I say it was absolutely awesome
Drinking, laughing, chat and more
On the evening of the night before
I bet you wished you’d knocked that door
When I say it was absolutely awesome
The breakfast really took some topping
Then on with coat we’re going shopping
You’ll know how much I enjoyed stopping
When I say it was absolutely awesome
The afternoon then got pretty hot
Trying on the naughty things we got
You know the type of photos that we shot
When I say it was absolutely awesome
There were two of us but now there’s three
He joins in with her and me
Us girls had fun and so did he
And he said it was absolutely awesome
Would that be enough for you
Well we moved on to session two
A new man and new things to do
He cried “fucking Jesus, that is awesomeâ€
Alas the weekend goes so fast
It’s true to say we had a blast
Through time the memory will last
Because it was absolutely awesome
A peom called - Some of my random thoughts from last week.
I must remember to get some carrots
Did he get tropical flu from stroking parrots
Ha, I bet he can’t park in that gap
Who watches all this f*cking crap
OK now they’re talking total shit
I’ll just get the candles lit
He’s a bit of alright
What should I have to eat tonight
That’s not what the theory said
Should I wear the pink or the red
Oh that really was so funny
I must try spending less money
That will make the perfect gift
Should I offer them a lift
Who’s sending a text so bloody late
Oh my god this is great
I must sort the things I need to pack
Should I send an email back
I think I’m running low on rice
Mmmmm that feels very, very nice
Is there petrol in the car
I forgot I had the pickled granny in a jar
I’ll read some more of that book later
Look at the arse on that waiter
Di I really need to buy that
Did he write that – what a twat
Should I try some plumbing today
That’s faded it’s almost grey
Ah bless that’s really sweet
Time to change and wash this sheet
Were did I put the receipt for this
This is screaming to take the piss
Look at the state of the floor
I better stop reading, my eyes are sore
I don’t get the bit about super-strings
Why get a tattoo of angel wings
When did I last water the plants
They’re up my arse – bloody pants
I’ll just reply that I am fine
Do they look better random or in a line
Why it this thing running so slow
I better get up early in case there’s snow
I must remember to get some carrots
Did he get tropical flu from stroking parrots
Ha, I bet he can’t park in that gap
Who watches all this f*cking crap
OK now they’re talking total shit
I’ll just get the candles lit
He’s a bit of alright
What should I have to eat tonight
That’s not what the theory said
Should I wear the pink or the red
Oh that really was so funny
I must try spending less money
That will make the perfect gift
Should I offer them a lift
Who’s sending a text so bloody late
Oh my god this is great
I must sort the things I need to pack
Should I send an email back
I think I’m running low on rice
Mmmmm that feels very, very nice
Is there petrol in the car
I forgot I had the pickled granny in a jar
I’ll read some more of that book later
Look at the arse on that waiter
Di I really need to buy that
Did he write that – what a twat
Should I try some plumbing today
That’s faded it’s almost grey
Ah bless that’s really sweet
Time to change and wash this sheet
Were did I put the receipt for this
This is screaming to take the piss
Look at the state of the floor
I better stop reading, my eyes are sore
I don’t get the bit about super-strings
Why get a tattoo of angel wings
When did I last water the plants
They’re up my arse – bloody pants
I’ll just reply that I am fine
Do they look better random or in a line
Why it this thing running so slow
I better get up early in case there’s snow
I'm partial to some drum and bass
But rock and roll is better
And though I've got that e-mail thing
I still prefer a letter
So don't call me crass cos I'm still cool
Much more sussed than sad
And yet I can't escape the fact.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad
I shake my stuff out on the floor
But can't avoid the feeling
That a nice cup of tea and an early night
Seem somehow more appealing
I'm 'avvin it large, I'm in-yer-face
Mental, manic, mad
Apart from the awkward detail that.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad
I used to rail and rage and rant
And run around in haste
But now things don't go to my head
They just go to my waist
But I'm still savvy and sorted
I'm still one of the lads
As long as I ignore the fact.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad
sophiebifem
But rock and roll is better
And though I've got that e-mail thing
I still prefer a letter
So don't call me crass cos I'm still cool
Much more sussed than sad
And yet I can't escape the fact.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad
I shake my stuff out on the floor
But can't avoid the feeling
That a nice cup of tea and an early night
Seem somehow more appealing
I'm 'avvin it large, I'm in-yer-face
Mental, manic, mad
Apart from the awkward detail that.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad
I used to rail and rage and rant
And run around in haste
But now things don't go to my head
They just go to my waist
But I'm still savvy and sorted
I'm still one of the lads
As long as I ignore the fact.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad
sophiebifem
Phillip Larkin 1922-1980
This be the verse.
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to but they do.
They fill you with faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have kids yourself.
sophiebifem
This be the verse.
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to but they do.
They fill you with faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have kids yourself.
sophiebifem
"Realization after a Munch" 
When I am old one day,
Swingers will laugh as I shuffle on by,
Pausing with every stride
Believing that steps were never so high.
When I am old one day,
Reading the topics of long ago,
I will recall today,
And wonder were all of the hours have gone.
Will I sit in the park,
Time on my hands to soak up the sun
Or will I have made my mark,
And still have some things that have to be done.
Will I talk to the air,
Mumbling phrases to shadows that hide
With people who stop and stare,
And wonder just who I see at my side.
When I am old one day,
Watching the young ones playing their game,
Someone may pass my way
And look at my face and call out my name.
And then he'll remember when,
We sat in the Room and played along
And maybe we'll both try then
To remember the words that got us the ban
"When we are old and Grey".
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on a folk theme = artist forgotten.
When I am old one day,
Swingers will laugh as I shuffle on by,
Pausing with every stride
Believing that steps were never so high.
When I am old one day,
Reading the topics of long ago,
I will recall today,
And wonder were all of the hours have gone.
Will I sit in the park,
Time on my hands to soak up the sun
Or will I have made my mark,
And still have some things that have to be done.
Will I talk to the air,
Mumbling phrases to shadows that hide
With people who stop and stare,
And wonder just who I see at my side.
When I am old one day,
Watching the young ones playing their game,
Someone may pass my way
And look at my face and call out my name.
And then he'll remember when,
We sat in the Room and played along
And maybe we'll both try then
To remember the words that got us the ban
"When we are old and Grey".
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on a folk theme = artist forgotten.
Here's an effort to add to the growing thread..... my there are some classy writer here...lol no I mean it!!! Hadf a few giggles readin em and a few moments of .. thought and more thought about a few....
Great stuff.
Paul
The Internet blues..
Hey!
Y’know… It’s been a while.
But listen up to my excuse.
It’s a tale of the death of a friend of mine.
I’ll call it the Internet blues…
The first time I saw her..
I knew she’d be mine.
She was everything I needed.
I couldn’t let her slip on by.
Well I made my introductions.
And soon I took her home.
She looked good in every corner.
But felt better by the phone.
I knew how to press her buttons.
And soon I had her turned on.
Her radiance lit up my life…
It was then that it all went wrong.
In a fever we got acquainted.
She commanded my days and my nights.
She would do almost anything I asked her.
She was filled with hidden delights.
But I knew that she wasn’t happy.
She had a yearning to somehow connect.
She needed to expand her options.
And make friends on the Internet.
For a year and a bit we were happy.
A few hiccoughs.. but nothing to tell.
Then one day… not so long back, she swallowed a spike.
Immediately becoming unwell.
Within days a virus had her ..
The love bug had bitten her deep.
And she lost all her drive and her memory.
Before falling deeply asleep.
We tried and we tried to revive her.
But the doc’ said.. “Give up.. it’s no
And he told me her heart had been broken.
Another case of the Internet blues…
A tribute to my old Hewlett Packard… RIP!!! LMAO!
I now have a purpose built PC disguised as a large suitcase.. HEEEEUGE!!!!… <<< Thinks that’s a good name for her… Lol.
Great stuff.
Paul
The Internet blues..
Hey!
Y’know… It’s been a while.
But listen up to my excuse.
It’s a tale of the death of a friend of mine.
I’ll call it the Internet blues…
The first time I saw her..
I knew she’d be mine.
She was everything I needed.
I couldn’t let her slip on by.
Well I made my introductions.
And soon I took her home.
She looked good in every corner.
But felt better by the phone.
I knew how to press her buttons.
And soon I had her turned on.
Her radiance lit up my life…
It was then that it all went wrong.
In a fever we got acquainted.
She commanded my days and my nights.
She would do almost anything I asked her.
She was filled with hidden delights.
But I knew that she wasn’t happy.
She had a yearning to somehow connect.
She needed to expand her options.
And make friends on the Internet.
For a year and a bit we were happy.
A few hiccoughs.. but nothing to tell.
Then one day… not so long back, she swallowed a spike.
Immediately becoming unwell.
Within days a virus had her ..
The love bug had bitten her deep.
And she lost all her drive and her memory.
Before falling deeply asleep.
We tried and we tried to revive her.
But the doc’ said.. “Give up.. it’s no
And he told me her heart had been broken.
Another case of the Internet blues…
A tribute to my old Hewlett Packard… RIP!!! LMAO!
I now have a purpose built PC disguised as a large suitcase.. HEEEEUGE!!!!… <<< Thinks that’s a good name for her… Lol.
Nothing of value comes easy
Nor worthy roads that we choose
You cannot understand my vision
Until you have stood in my shoes
Meeting only at the cross-roads
We have unique paths to tread
Gazing destiny at a distance
Seeing different ways ahead
One man stands on a mountain
One in a valley far below
One sees clouds and tree tops
One watches seedlings grow
We share a space and time on earth
If we do not live we lose
You cannot see my life in whole
Unless you can wear the same shoes
Nor worthy roads that we choose
You cannot understand my vision
Until you have stood in my shoes
Meeting only at the cross-roads
We have unique paths to tread
Gazing destiny at a distance
Seeing different ways ahead
One man stands on a mountain
One in a valley far below
One sees clouds and tree tops
One watches seedlings grow
We share a space and time on earth
If we do not live we lose
You cannot see my life in whole
Unless you can wear the same shoes
Come love me now, while the daylight is dawning,
And the clouds are shimmering like carpets of gold,
Come love me now while the gulls are screeching,
And the smell of the harbour is strong in our room.
Come love me now while patches of sunshine
Play over your naked sunburned body.
Come love me now while everything’s tranquil,
In these magic moments before the sun comes up.
When we played last night you were so happy,
You wanted wine for you knew you were shy.
When we were dancing I saw through your clothing
And I could see you mentally undressing me.
Come love me now you who know my compassion,
You who sleep now like a child in my arms.
Come love me now you who know my power,
Now I’m warm-blooded, open, aroused.
Björn Afzelius.
(My translation from the Swedish.)
And the clouds are shimmering like carpets of gold,
Come love me now while the gulls are screeching,
And the smell of the harbour is strong in our room.
Come love me now while patches of sunshine
Play over your naked sunburned body.
Come love me now while everything’s tranquil,
In these magic moments before the sun comes up.
When we played last night you were so happy,
You wanted wine for you knew you were shy.
When we were dancing I saw through your clothing
And I could see you mentally undressing me.
Come love me now you who know my compassion,
You who sleep now like a child in my arms.
Come love me now you who know my power,
Now I’m warm-blooded, open, aroused.
Björn Afzelius.
(My translation from the Swedish.)
Love in a mist.
( Sunrise)
Mine eyes be blind lest opened to thee,
to see all blessed with beauty.
For thou art the vision that bringeth me light.
To ignite mine world with passion un-quenched.
Though empty be mine arms, mine heart is filled.
And yet it feels of swelling void.
I shouldst not glance lest I be burst inside,
and able not to hold mine soul to me.
But yet the closing of mine eyes hides nothing.
Thy splendour courses through the mind,
the sweetest of obstructions.
No thought but that I dream of you…
© P. B. 2006.
( Sunrise)
Mine eyes be blind lest opened to thee,
to see all blessed with beauty.
For thou art the vision that bringeth me light.
To ignite mine world with passion un-quenched.
Though empty be mine arms, mine heart is filled.
And yet it feels of swelling void.
I shouldst not glance lest I be burst inside,
and able not to hold mine soul to me.
But yet the closing of mine eyes hides nothing.
Thy splendour courses through the mind,
the sweetest of obstructions.
No thought but that I dream of you…
© P. B. 2006.
Warming the Bed
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. Warming the Bed
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. Sometimes I'm just a thug for your love
there's times when all the way just isnt far enough
Sometimes I forget who's me and who's you
both bleeding love till loves bruised black and blue .
Oh often like war brief treaties are signed
a noble alliance where I promise to be kind
while weapons inspectors using spies and deductions
find no soft targets,missiles or even weapons
of mass seduction.
then go on their way not knowing our lies
they didnt notice that glow, that spark in your eyes
and before they can act ..............................................
Hostilities
RISE
there's times when all the way just isnt far enough
Sometimes I forget who's me and who's you
both bleeding love till loves bruised black and blue .
Oh often like war brief treaties are signed
a noble alliance where I promise to be kind
while weapons inspectors using spies and deductions
find no soft targets,missiles or even weapons
of mass seduction.
then go on their way not knowing our lies
they didnt notice that glow, that spark in your eyes
and before they can act ..............................................
Hostilities
RISE
Bee or not bee
I live to pollenate, fertilise
The fragrant moment
Hung on air in dusty dryness
Carried fleetingly like smoke in stillness.
This incense carpets my senses
As buzzing urgency
Dances out my quest
Not scent, nor colour, only sun.
Taking sweetness
Giving fruitfulness
My driven purpose;
To share; disclose.
This will; not my own
My brothers too follow
My dance
As I theirs.
My Queen is many
In each incarnation her hunger
Feeds me
My brothers, my children.
The fertile seed continues
My sons shall seek the flower
Driven by the same dance
To satisfy their Queen.
This winter, my empty husk shall blow away.
All life is fuel to burn
All memories are ash
Hung on the heat of the moment
Fallen onto the sheet.
Past desire
Shall burn no more.
The pregnant pause
Drained in fullness.
Dirty with dreams,
I fly
As the wind
Breathes.
I live to pollenate, fertilise
The fragrant moment
Hung on air in dusty dryness
Carried fleetingly like smoke in stillness.
This incense carpets my senses
As buzzing urgency
Dances out my quest
Not scent, nor colour, only sun.
Taking sweetness
Giving fruitfulness
My driven purpose;
To share; disclose.
This will; not my own
My brothers too follow
My dance
As I theirs.
My Queen is many
In each incarnation her hunger
Feeds me
My brothers, my children.
The fertile seed continues
My sons shall seek the flower
Driven by the same dance
To satisfy their Queen.
This winter, my empty husk shall blow away.
All life is fuel to burn
All memories are ash
Hung on the heat of the moment
Fallen onto the sheet.
Past desire
Shall burn no more.
The pregnant pause
Drained in fullness.
Dirty with dreams,
I fly
As the wind
Breathes.
Parasitic Symbiosis
Naturally
Like a suckerfish to the whale
I want to kiss your thous
And warm, secret places
To imbibe the milk
Of human kindness
From your breasts.
To eat the fruits of passion
From between your thighs
To taste the prawns that lurk
Between your teeth.
To clean you
Like a suckerfish to a whale
A bird preening
A cat washing
A fly, combing his brushfeet
And just as
Naturally.
Naturally
Like a suckerfish to the whale
I want to kiss your thous
And warm, secret places
To imbibe the milk
Of human kindness
From your breasts.
To eat the fruits of passion
From between your thighs
To taste the prawns that lurk
Between your teeth.
To clean you
Like a suckerfish to a whale
A bird preening
A cat washing
A fly, combing his brushfeet
And just as
Naturally.
The Leprachaun’s Lust song
There’s a kind of little Irishman they call a Leprachaun
He’s a horny little beast, at least, he’s beastly with his horn,
But you won’t find him in Ireland ‘cause all of them have gorn
And all of them are emigrés , so hear one sing, forlorn:
I’m a horny little bugger and I’m living down your street
I’ll be up against my window when I hear your passing feet
Wid your pretty little titties and your bum thats round and sweet
For a horny little bugger, well, the sight of you’s a treat
But you will never see me for I keep right out of sight
And you will never know how I would shag you all the night
But I know you’d never fancy me because I look a fright
So I guess I’ll have to learn to live with lust you won’t requite.
I was in the supermarket doing shopping for the week
When a dark haired woman caught my eye, so bad I couldn’t speak
But if I could have talked to her, I knowed that I’d be busted
I’d have told her how her body was the thing for which I lusted
With her great big wobbly arse and her skin as fine as custard
Bet she had a fleshy pussy and the tits as hot as mustard
I think I would have told her how I’d take her from behind
And how much she would like it when we start to bump and grind.
And there’s another woman I see walking round the park
How I wish that she’d encounter me there in the hours of dark
She’s an ugly little face like mine I know could be transfigured
If a fuck won’t make her beautiful, well, bugger me; I’m jiggered!
Singing diddly, diddly, diddly me, I’ll diddly, diddly you
And after we have diddled, well I’ll tell you what I’ll do
Well, I’ll creep into your ear and then I’ll fill you up with lust
And your life will be a source of glee till you crumble into dust.
There’s a kind of little Irishman they call a Leprachaun
He’s a horny little beast, at least, he’s beastly with his horn,
But you won’t find him in Ireland ‘cause all of them have gorn
And all of them are emigrés , so hear one sing, forlorn:
I’m a horny little bugger and I’m living down your street
I’ll be up against my window when I hear your passing feet
Wid your pretty little titties and your bum thats round and sweet
For a horny little bugger, well, the sight of you’s a treat
But you will never see me for I keep right out of sight
And you will never know how I would shag you all the night
But I know you’d never fancy me because I look a fright
So I guess I’ll have to learn to live with lust you won’t requite.
I was in the supermarket doing shopping for the week
When a dark haired woman caught my eye, so bad I couldn’t speak
But if I could have talked to her, I knowed that I’d be busted
I’d have told her how her body was the thing for which I lusted
With her great big wobbly arse and her skin as fine as custard
Bet she had a fleshy pussy and the tits as hot as mustard
I think I would have told her how I’d take her from behind
And how much she would like it when we start to bump and grind.
And there’s another woman I see walking round the park
How I wish that she’d encounter me there in the hours of dark
She’s an ugly little face like mine I know could be transfigured
If a fuck won’t make her beautiful, well, bugger me; I’m jiggered!
Singing diddly, diddly, diddly me, I’ll diddly, diddly you
And after we have diddled, well I’ll tell you what I’ll do
Well, I’ll creep into your ear and then I’ll fill you up with lust
And your life will be a source of glee till you crumble into dust.
