It’s That Time Again (or A Pain In The Grass)
It’s summer again and the sun
is shining hot:
It’s a very special time of
the year,
When I start dreaming of
young bodies,
Yes I just want them to come
near.
You see, because the heat is now
on,
I’ve got the urge to be there
once again.
And I’ve selected,
To get re-connected,
And for seeing them I’ve got
a great yen.
To see and hear some young
ladies,
I admit that’s what I’m
hunting.
With their moaning and
groaning,
Their cries, and even their
grunting.
The agony and the ecstasy,
As they show off their legs in
their short skirts,
And all in the tightest of underwear
-
So tight, you’d think it must
hurt.
For, despite all of the
dangers,
And the presence of
strangers,
It’s clear that I yearn,
Whilst waiting my turn,
To see some darling young
honey,
And to hand over a pile of my
money.
The fittest bodies are a fine
sight,
Just the thing to whet the
appetite.
And with every squeak,
And every high-decibel shriek,
Not forgetting the sweat,
That’s what you get.
You seem to forget,
For a nearly year and then –
It’s Bloody Wimbledon again!
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