For Nikko Heads
If I win, I will put my bikini in my bin, I will go for to romp promptly.
If I fly to my gritty city, I will fry, but I will not cry.
If I win, I will cling to my kitty
I will bring my roll on, or I will pong.
I took it not to prolong my pong.
I will try it on; I knit for my Witty Kitty,
Kitty I will not cry, for you I will try,
To buy you promptly, but not too quick
I will not buy you fowl nor cock to boil,
Look for you Kitty, bonito, no colic.
You will fill your cocky colon, my bionic witty Kitty.
Bonito, not wing of cock, I will bring from my city.
I try for you, my own witty Kit.
I try to work on your colon, now you know it.
I try not to prolong your locomotion you know
Not in circumlocution I go.
To zip it up now I put it into motion.
My Kitty, My bikini, I will put in my bin.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011
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