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Contents:· Cat · Mná · Alan Mullally’s Song (Now I’m Leaving) · The Hero · Statue · Worms · Books · The Da · Female Modes of Dress (or The Miniskirt) · The Dance in the Village Hall · Obsessed · Corrakit · The New Daughter of Houlihan · Lewinsky · Jacussy |
The Outrageous Poems of Krunchie Killeen:
FRANKIE WANKIE
Frankie Wankie is not my name. Would you call me Krunchie, please, for shame! And explain what is it; what’s your game, That you called me Frankie Wankie?
I have never wanked and that’s for sure, Except once or twice when immature. I’d rather ride a riddled whoore Than waste my seed a’ wanking.
All the ladies know that I am great Everywhere I go they line up and wait, Each one wishing with me to mate, So, I have no need of wanking.
And every night, when I hit the sack, My hands are tied behind my back. Ipso facto: it’s a proven fact, They can’t be used for wanking.
If the fences now you wish to mend, And you want once more to be my friend, Solemnly you must agree Not to call me Frankie Wankie. |
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