Wellingtons filled with warm custard
Oozing through toes and squelching like sex
Though it may leave you bothered and flustered
Wellingtons filled with warm custard
Anything else simply won’t cut the mustard
Which explains why my wife is my ex
Wellingtons filled with warm custard
Oozing through toes and squelching like sex
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Coo you are true blue with the goo! What else do you do?
ReplyDeleteA trifle messy - but I like it.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is very good too