When I was a boy and Old Shep was a pup Over hills and the meadows we'd play. With pretty Susannah we'd watch the ram tup His ewes on each fine summer day. "Oh Jesus, Susannah, I'd love to do that. What say you? Would you be so kind? She giggled and gave to my thigh a soft pat, "Go on lad, the ewes sure won't mind." I remember the day at the old swimming hole, Sue's there, thinking no-one's about, I watched her nude swim from behind a tree bole, But rushed forth when she clambered out. I grabbed her, fell down, and giggling, both Embraced in the sweet-smelling grass, But all of a sudden sprang up with an oath... The damned dog was humping my ass. Old Shep, he has uttered his very last bark, He's there, 'neath the earth, cold and brown, And susie stands waiting for clients to park, As the fourth bestest hooker in town. What? Not wholly original? What can you mean?
Friday, June 03, 2005