Lyric № 143113
George and Samson
My pet parrakeet George
Has turned out to be gay;
I know that this is true
Because I heard him say
To his cagemate Samson,
(a parrot green and spotty),
'When old Edna's gone to bed
You can fuck me up the botty.'
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Lyric № 143113
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Try an approach that is more like this:
Imagine my surprise,
imagine my dread.
A little voice whispers
at the foot of my bed.
"While ol' Edna's asleep-"
the little voice said
"-I'll give you some beak,
hurry up, go ahead
put it in my tail feather,
oh lord it's so large"
Only now did I realize
that the voice was George.
George my pet parrakeet
and Samson his cagemate
like to jailbirds in heat
buttfucking in their cage
Imagine my shock
Imagine my rage
two gaybirds are in
my bedroom engaged
in such an unholy screw.
Well, I was irated.
So I did what any
good Christain would do,
I watched them and masturbated.
This poem is a golden opportunity to rhyme 'Samson' with 'ram some'. I'll leave you to decide what was rammed, and where.
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