Clive's Aspirations
Of Clive's Aspirations.............
When just a lad Clive often thought,
of the best job for the city bred,
he'd spring a job with a hooker sort,
and he'd work from under her bed.
When they'd ask he'd say "I'm the bump up man,
I lurk beneath her bed,
and when it's out of steam she's ran,
I hoist her ass instead."
Clive got the idea while in the pub,
when the boys said "would he dare",
ask the massage parlor madam for a five dollar rub,
got a slap from the bouncer there.
so now he sticks to farming bee's ,
they sting more than they slap,
the bump up man has smokers wheese,
the bees don't give a crap....
Clive does swedish massage now in Brisbane Australia 07-32082362
by D Johnson
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