PORNOGRAPHIKA
There were swords and whips of varied design
There was alcohol secanol poppers and wine
There were whimps and pimps and studs in the dungeon
And reamers in the torture garden
These scenes were Marquis de Sade
And were making me sweat I went dizzy then hard
And so enjoyed a schoolgirl I found
On a coked up luxury lollipop round
Then she was done and so were my parts
With vicars and highwaymen teachers and tarts
Until I came on a gothic girl
Refusing to wipe my holy swirl
Then she took off her panties and held them aloft
Then thrist them under my nose for a waft
They stank like a swamp but I was elated
But then from behind nearly penetrated
I swang around to punish the culprit
Who down on his knees was begging to gulp it
And said I was ready but not really keen
To have my lollipop licked by a queen
So I turned in attention to my knickerless goth
Who astride a fiend was dripping in froth
For around her stood six vibrant kong
That were sucking wang and banging thong
As I gazed upon this rampant flock
That now were into ultra-shock
I fancied the bar for my peace of mind
But they were at it on there from front and behind
So now the moral of my tale
Which is there isn't we're all up for sale
This is for those who love a jolly old romp
With circumstance and plenty of pomp
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