Oh, isn't it wonderful how humour transcends borders.
thanks fer the wrinkle 'neath the eye
and the chuckle in the throat. Thomas.
There are, and have been,
quite a few kindred souls here at N/P
that I would love to sit down with and have a beer,
be they a they, a them, a he or she and all that bollocks.

You caught me of guard with an image of you prancing about with yer tackle out!

And The Muse is a beguiling creature, mine has always been partial to a slap n tickle !!
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A Fakesqueerian sonnet fer Thomas.

Bless all the barmaids that have ever lived
who carried featherlite and knobbly ribbed,
who listened to waffle and crap I spoke
who granted liddle me, a slap n poke,

Who parted flaps whilst in drunken stooper
and gave the bird, to the party pooper!
the big ones, the small ones, the fat n thin
god bless slappers, that invited me in,

Bejeezus Begorra, Mag da Horra,
bless all barmaids, I'll shag on the morra!
big tits big ass, n the ones that pass gas
god bless the ones that I’ve yet to harass,

for whisky- for beer- god bless ya m’dear,

even big Sally; fer the gonorrhea!!

Obi.... Or, Sillyman Fakesqueer .

she's a technicoloured melodrama
fringed in pink
a loony tune character
penned in indian ink,

She's positive, she's poignant
blessed with perfect poise
my snake wrangling lady- -
she's one o' the boys.

She's a synaptical sexy siren
and rather refined
a whoreatical kinda woman
that fucks with my mind,

She's passionate and pendulous
immersed in deep thought
She's my minds Mary monster--

my cerebral - consort,

OMG will you two get a room, pleeease!

OMG, still at it? Ha ha. :)

Anytime Thomas, but please don't encourage me to comment on your dirty ditties, I am easily distracted. Ruby :) xx