Witless Willy Speaks
Witless Willy Speaks
Perhaps I’ll join a monastery
Or just dog paddle out to sea
By the neck a swinging free
But I don’t really want to
Perhaps I’ll get upon her goat
Perhaps I’ll swim the plurry moat
But canna find the bloody boat
So I don’t really wanna
Perchance perforce
I’m kicked by horse
But still I’ll go a riding
Sucking wine lovely source
The goat gives me a hiding
Alas alack I cannot crack,
The code of her enrapture,
Those breasts n figure, so divine,
Drifting past in matchless, time
But my brain still needs the rapture
Don Johnson 22-may-11
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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