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Dont see it lady May

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Dont see it lady May

Don’t see it lady May…. Dark demon from the nether world, From into-outer space was hurled, And came by Dumbo jet, He came to prey on lady May, An older shiela, ninety say, Who liked dem toy boys just a bit, But lost her glasses in a fit, While Counting her blessings hey, Aint love grand? Ooray, Devonshire had seen his like, While poncing through the mist, all night, A second son, down under come, The bastard son of the prince of fun, Got sent down-under, right? {australia} That he was just a parasite, Her head it entered, never might, In passionate decay, sweet delight, Procrastination day, Would never come her way, So Blinded by the light, Ecstatically so blocked with blight, Sweetie pie ON her parasite Her prince she had to pay, Tad grumpy sometimes may, 2 Some poetry recite, Sir Rhupert of the browning twist, Bad Poetry, he sort-of missed, But he was a tad ok, FOR A POMMY BERK, I say, {prisoner of mother england} An never past, dis-may, Dem pommys talk this way, The point I’ve poorly mist? As for the pontificating fits, Rabbiting on, subtle mindless gits, Galahs and sand-goanna nongs, In Japanese phallic ding ding thongs, Who had the mango ****ttts, {manure} Playing chess for sanity say? Be careful boy you’ll slippp, Will madness win the day, And tremors start to hit, Ok, The parasite spoke up with scorn, Like royalty I’m so high born, Bow down to me sweet little worm, Us Parasites hold sway, And so I seemed to say? “Begone thou foulest dip-stick twit, The misel-toe does shon-kily sit, {con man part} On a healthy tree today “ :} But do we really have to pay? 4 Attention’s, draught a bit? :} Don a ponce was a pimp for the ladies of the night , and if you were poncing about like a pimp it was orright, suspected pimps were poncy too right to get my poncifocation trite... --

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