Not Vix Or Wd40
The vix and the vaseline,
got mixed up in the dark,
While whispering sweet nothings,
with me kangaroo in park,
It was 1963 ole mate,
nah wd40 didn't try,
With oohs n ohs a plenty,
Me aggots set to fry,
like a kangaroo dog climbing a post,
Till it gave up the bloody ghost,
Got up for tea n toast,
Nough to make a sand goanna cry??
Don ....don't do it....
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