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Big Bent Bananas

Am I really that uncouth?

Have you lot yet worked out the truth.

The **** I write, it's so contrite.

I know you're dim

but I thought you might.

I've been feeding bananas to you all.

Big bananas, none are small.

All are bent, of course they are.

Enough's enough, it's gone too far.

 

Dear Voyeurs, to all my fans.

Some ride cycles, some drive vans.

for M&Y, yeah you're the guy.

So I bait my line and continue the lie.

But let's have it right, as well I might.

You wanted to play,

so pretended you're gay.

Now most I know aren't,

but one or two do.

 

Boiler repair guy with the twinkly eye.

Bent over in two, I spank with a shoe.

And all that he asks is, I call him Sue.

So I have him pegged,

for that's what he begged.

But now he knocks on my door

wanting much more.

 

Fuckin' Big Bent Bananas

by Kaydee.

 

(slurp, slurp)

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Written by
SazKells
Other / Lancashire. UK
Published
Jul 25, 2018
Lines·Words
28·162
Notes

Threw some big bananas out today.

Hope you all enjoyed the show.

How many of you busted a nut?

******* none of you can even walk straight.

M&Y, Regenda, Big time Charlie, and you lot at 4am the taxi rank?

Not understanding what or why I'm doing what you can see, you just drank it all in.

Well here's some more. Only difference is here, just like I do mine, you all know your own truths and what is absolute ***** eh boiler repair guy!

Go on then drink it all up!

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