Sausage Supper
Don’t cook it, don’t prick it, just swallow it whole
Make sure you don’t chew it, there’s more in the bowl
So here, have another, go on get it down
Think of the money, get rid of the frown
Consider it vegan, go on just eat
This nice latex sausage is herbal not meat
And when they’re all gone you can take to the air
Take the right path, nought to declare
And then when you’re landed, just visit the loo
And settle yourself into cubicle two
Position the net just as snug as you can
Let no latex sausage escape down the pan
And after you’ve passed them and washed them, your done
Slip them next door into cubicle one
Locate the cistern, look under the lid
And retrieve our thanks for the work that you did
Don’t leave until outside the door becomes hushed
And if there’s a copper, try not to look flushed
But if cops barge in while you’re sat on the loo
Be sure that we’ll tell them we've not heard of you
Be careful my friend with the knowledge you give
Remember, we know where your wife and kids live
You won’t get to jail, not if we find you first
For then you will wish that a sausage had burst
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