I'm very impressed Liz! See, I knew you were a poet, despite you saying you were not. Go on, give us another one. How about a poem about limpys, flippy-floppy tosser cocks affected by anti-depressants or alcohol, the ones you suck and suck and suck and suck and they just keep bowing thier heads in prayer "Please God, let me hold my head up high and proud".
I had to deal with one of those moody flopper weiners today.
A good poem about it would make me feel so much better.
It is just so depressing to force feed a limpy into my starving puss.