Johnny and Jenny need to spend a penny
They've drunk too much orange squash
Jenny goes first she's ready to burst
She whistles cos she's quite posh
Johnny is hurting he's almost bursting
He can't hold on anymore
He wets his trousers he panics and flounders
Too late he's pissed on the floor
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