What a Whopper
Reg’ slipped it out of his trousers
Monica gasped with delight
She’d never seen one so enormous
And it gave her a bit of a fright
He slapped it down hard on the table
She reached out and stroked its whole length
Then trying to lift up the monster
She found she did not have the strength
She knew that the size was a problem
She knew it would never fit in
So she took out a knife from dresser
And sliced it all up nice and thin
Reg told her that was the last time
That people had thought him quite barmy
As he walked all the way down the High Street
Down his trousers a giant Salami
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2010
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