I performed this last night at an open mic – complete with “Sunday” sock puppet 🙂


You save your seed for the perfectly pert with the pixellated pussies – shoulda paid more money, honey, to get the full on sex experience.

I’m sorry, but we’re all out of Kleenex; because I’m working all day and all night, and I couldn’t get to the shops to replenish the stock, but those socks I bought you last Christmas; the ones with the days of the week?

The ones you now use, weak in a daze, for your brief encounter, before a quick toss into the wash basket for an encounter with my briefs, are clues to your solo songs; a mish-mash of sticky footwear glued to my silken thongs.

I see you had fun on Monday, when I was out playing bridge and you had to scratch your itch.

On Tuesday, your ejaculate was an immaculate smiley; drips and squirts to top the finest graffiti.

Wednesday you were…

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