Post by Pierre on Oct 12, 2010 19:58:43 GMT
One day whilst
picking a lump out of my nose
I felt something odd in there;
"make love roughly me," I thought,
that's not very nice
and I was right.
It was a big pus-filled boil
and it burst and oozed
a thimbleful of odorous yellow goo
onto my spaghetti bolognese;
so I swapped plates
with my half-blind Mum
when the daft old bitch wasn't looking,
and pretty soon she was gagging
on top of her spag bolo,
which didn't improve the taste much.
