A Little Too Kinky
I was sitting alone close to Kerrigan’s Lake,
feeding birds with the crust off me bread.
There were seagulls and swans,
and Eurasian coot…
With squabbling from fighting the only thing said.
This fellow walked by with a look of content,
and a grin that was fixed on his face,
he sat down on the bench
and scared off the birds…
Declaring this world is a wonderful place.
I couldn’t agree ‘cause he frightened the birds,
so I guess that I was seeing red.
With birds back on the lake
and this dill on the bench,
here I’m stuck with the crust off me bread.
He is humming a tune and was happy I’d say,
and there’s something he don’t want to hide,
with a wink and a nod
he quite openly said
“I’m sleeping with twins,” and my eyes open wide.
“You’re sleeping with twins!” I repeated and smiled.
Then he puffed out his chest and said, “Yes.”
Well its bugger the birds
and bugger the bread…
This could be a good story he wants to confess.
I questioned the bloke; I don’t mind ‘kinky’ stuff,
so I’m upfront, quite forceful and brash,
“Do you mind telling me,
how you tell ‘em apart?”
“Easy,” he smiled…“The brother has got a moustache!”
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