I open my mouth to your tongue and it forces its way in slurping past my incisors and licking the crevices between my molars like a snake about to strike at a mongoose's ******* oh my god but your halitosis is enough to make me boke copiously on my new hush puppies.
Yer puddle of ***** Sqitty and not right Always the same MO Just off the towpath Though still in sight Always a puddle Bog roll beside The doggies go to gobble it up Boke, sick, its feckin rough Such a tiny bit of tissue Never seems enough You need a doctor To figure out your guts I hope you got stung On your flap or your nuts.