Late Saturday night

Been around the Dilly to one to many cod racks

for a beverada or two 

Feeling rather tipsy as I like a diddle or three

That’s why they call me Vera Lee

 

On the Tube

I couldn’t believe my bins

This  fabulosa bene aris

My yews on his big round trummus through his tight trollies

 

He gets off the train and so do I

Just to see him trolling his tush

Boy did he turn my oyster up

So much so I couldn’t stop following him

It was like I was high on uppers and downers

 

I went to a late night coffee bar where I had to check my ogale fakes.

Doth my yews deceive me!

A bene aris bulging out the top of his kaffies

Oh my thumping cheat could hardly take it!

Sitting opposite his girlfriend

His yews gazing at her foofs

Bet he’s got a Colin

Tonight up her beef curtains

Cleaning the cage out

I’d put on the dish, tip the brandy, tip the ivy

Ooh the bene aris on this bean cove

 

Gardy loo the following  day

The aris on this schvartza

Genius Bar appointment

Apple Store

Trying to get my laptop to turn on

My opals firmly fixed on the fortuni
sweaty stain of his crack

In the apple store no doubt

An apple I would like to lick and get my teeth into

Lick lick lick

Take my first bite

Apple juice sweat of crack on the hairs of my beard

Getting right to the core

I’d even eat his pips

 

Back on the Tube

for a little importuning

I’d do a turn with him

I’m no size queen

Oh but what a packet, bona basket

If he let me, I’d tip the velvet

The colour of his eyes – ten inches or more

 

Coffee for afters

Yews fixed on the lallies of another bene aris Overheard, he does it in the shower

I’d like to do it over the coffee machine,

him wearing his apron and nothing else

Best way to clean his kitchen

 

All that meat made me hungry

So I get myself a burger

But all I can see past the cute bear in the kitchen

is the meat locker

A secret bedroom? A brandy latch to have it up the dish?

Get in their bear, I’m alamo

Sniff purple hearts

I’m all out at sea and you are my seafood

Get my lappers and lills on your lunch

And if you cant, nix my dolly

We’ll eat all the meat  til there is nix mungarlee

 

Filiome fairy.

Swishing camp coffee server

with his blonde haired blob queen fag hag

Tom doesn’t like gherkins

Complaining about Chloe

 

As the coffee waste clangs, I think of other bangs

I watch him

Why look at the served when you can look at the server?

 

Get Tom in the meat locker

Sniff purple hearts

Rip off his  schmutter, plate  his dish

Put on the brandy, have the full harva,

His box is ready for my gherkin

Charver and charver this aspro arva

Squirt my Maria

Tootsie trade but I can be a manly Alice

Tonight is our wedding night!