Rumpled Rucksack
You rumpled my rucksack
Then you pimpled my crack
You crumpled my schnutzsack
I hope my pimples come back
No joy from my rucksack
From your plan of attack
My boys from the outback
Are lodged deep in my crack
I know, I know. You're asking yourselves...when is this old man going to grow up!...Right?
I must be regressing back to my puberty daze!...Sorry Soupers!
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