Bugger

Last night my missus gave me oysters for my tea I was really kind of hopeful for a night of tumble round whoopee I showered and shaved, it helps to smell like a stud But her half dozen oysters must have all of been duds. Things were looking desperate so I engaged in some foreplay Thats the thing that old men do when they want a roll in the hay I grovelled and I pleaded, even whined like a dog But for all of my best efforts all I got was a snog. So should she ever come home, bearing that little wee blue pill Don't think that I got lucky or had an evening of thrill.