Oh Paul

Oh Paul how we all come of age
Your still my special one
At fifty eight
I remember how our hips would gyrate together
As we had it off
On seats of leather
In your souped up ford cortina
But with our growing pains
We learned to swap
The semen stains
For horlicks cups
And zimo-frames
Oh Paul
Our love remains
So strong after all these years
I’m your little lolly
Your Lauretta de mar
Your faithful one in your electric car
I love the way you recharge it every night
Do you recall we had that tiff?
And I went to France
Cuz I found a French letter with the end tied together
In your pants
I still loved ya, im your lolly
ironed your smalls, and forgave ya
that fling that saved ya
Shaved your balls
When you asked me to
I loved those pervy games we played
When you covered me in marmalade
And licked it all off
I was your little treacle pot
Your honey bun tickle toff
Now go get your kit off!
Your not too old for a good seeing to!