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Tony Blair's sagging purple johnny (Free verse) by Stephen Robins

A splash of gay colour, On Tony Blair's back, A drooping purple johnny, On John Prescott's lap. Alarm in the chamber, A rush for the doors, David Blunkett trips over, And is splayed on all fours. Tony Blair dons a nappy, And with vacuous grin, Assures party faithful, With beguiling spin. That Johnny they say, Was rushed from the scene, For a season in panto, Replacing Martine. And Prescott escaped, With barely a scratch, He still looks the same; Like VioletSuede's snatch.

Shuushin 21-May-04/4:43 PM
You don't understand the comment because you are lack the ability to grasp anything beyond the length of your anemic dick, its half-scabbed pee-hole the only thing you have for a mouth, and its empty ball-sack the only thing you have to contain your thin mucous like brain.




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