The Queen and Princess Treacle
were sitting in the bath
The Queen let off a raspberry
while Princess Treacle laughed
The Princess dropped a hot one
the bubbles like perfume...
the Queen was quite disgusted
and stormed out of the room...
Treacle was quite perplexed
so laughed a little more
'til Queenie shouted oh so loud;
' You filthy royal ***** '
Treacle released a sinister laugh
a ***** she might be...
Yet Philip didn't seem to mind
removing her dungerees
he done her in the palace gardens
late one summer's night
Treacle was but a young lesbian
but he sorted her out alright
As Treacle's secret garden doors were
opened, under the light of the moon...
Queenie did bellow for her corgis
searching from room to room...
but all she found was Philip
shafting Treacle on the lawn
so they had a royal *********
then watched some German ****
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 3:14 PM UTC
The Queen and Princess Treacle
were sitting in the bath
The Queen let off a raspberry
while Princess Treacle laughed
The Princess dropped a hot one
the bubbles like perfume...
the Queen was quite disgusted
and stormed out of the room...
Treacle was quite perplexed
so laughed a little more
'til Queenie shouted oh so loud;
' You filthy royal ***** '
Treacle released a sinister laugh
a ***** she might be...
Yet Philip didn't seem to mind
removing her dungerees
he done her in the palace gardens
late one summer's night
Treacle was but a young lesbian
but he sorted her out alright
As Treacle's secret garden doors were
opened, under the light of the moon...
Queenie did bellow for her corgis
searching from room to room...
but all she found was Philip
shafting Treacle on the lawn
so they had a royal *********
then watched some German ****
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