(A true story about Our Gert's naivety)

 

She keeps selling where she shouldn't be selling

I tell her but it's something she's not learnt

She'll advertise in public on that ebay

And now she's gone and got her fingers burnt.

 

Those boots weren't meant for selling

On such a public space

Now Our Gert has ended up with “egg” upon her face.

 

“I've seen those boots you're selling on this website

Have they gone or are they still for sale?”

Anonymously texting suits him just fine

Cos no-one knows from texts that he is male

 

But questions that he asked her

Betrayed some little clues

Like “I'm not interested in the sizes of these shoes”.

 

And he said that he didn't mind the colour

Still Our Gert didn't cotton on to this

Our Gert thought that boots wre made for walking

And not for rubbing out his private bliss

 

No, these boots weren't made for walking

With scarf and coat and hat

These boots were made for pleasure as upon his bed he sat.

 

“Would you take some extra photos for me?

Maybe where you've got them on your feet?

You see, I have this little peccadillo

And this would help enhance this special treat.”

 

“These boots are made for wanking

And that is what I do;

Soon these boots would end up being splaughtered with my goo”