An Extra Pocket
I've got a mate called Mick,
With an appendage like my forearm.
He's got no wit or personality,
Not even an ounce of charm,
But the ladies all still love him,
In tight trousers he goes out at night.
I asked him how he does it,
In an extra pocket I wear on the right.
Now that I know how he does it,
Without any wit or charm.
Just sew a pocket in my pants,
Filled with a sock,shaped like an arm.
Just a bit of fun to make you ladies smile.
And to make the blokes jealous.lol.
9/July/2021.
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