An old verse of mine just to get you in the mood:
Every Word I Write Is True
The Spiderman is an arachnaphobe.
A girl who gets a head will need a hand.
Sir Francis Drake has circumcised the globe
And plays the crumpet in a rubber band.
Sweet Swine of Avon let me hear you sing:
The Queen was pissing over Chelsea Bridge.
Though nothing is so beautiful as pring
She keeps her frozen assets in the fridge.
Once more unto the beach, dear friends, once more.
Let's leave our footprints in the sands of time.
The days that we have seen, the days of yore,
Days of your what? Pants of my pantomime.
The chip off the block has the key to your lock.
When you fall off the sheep you must cling to a boy
So it's early to bed now and up with the cock,
Every penis is programmed to scorch and destroy.
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