Don’t get me wrong I’m comfortable with gays; I’ve always been;

But sometimes note they get into a tizzy;

And though it’s not a preference of mine, by any means,

I don’t mind helping out if they get busy.

 

The first time that I helped out in this way I well recall

The blood went to my head and I felt dizzy;

A frisson unfamiliar and not my scene at all

But I forced myself to help cos they were busy.

 

A case in point occurred to me while I was on a cruise

To Thailand, where I met a girl called Lizzie;

And though I thought it odd that she should use the club’s men’s loos

I helped her out cos all her pals were busy.

 

Or on a one night stand when you pick up a ladyfriend

The shock of what you find within the frizzy

Might take aback most other men for whom it might offend;

But me? Well, I’d help out if they were busy.

 

So broaden your imaginations, let libidos roam

You’ll soon get used to seeing double jizzy;

And leave your inhibitions in your closet back at home

And lend a helping hand should they get busy.