Playing Mummy And Daddy Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Forget the angels up above
And gimme all your toilet love!
I wanna fill your pussy-glove
And laugh until I cry.

There's nothing like a bit of rough
With somebody who looks quite tough,
You can't tell me I've had enough
Until I faint or die.

The time has come to speculate
If you and I should conjugate,
My mother says it's getting late
And wants the mattress dry.

It's just a bit of harmless fun
That you can have with anyone,
Don't be ashamed of what you've done,
No need to be so shy!

It's really just a little joke
To laugh at when I pinch or poke,
I'm really quite a decent bloke
And I will tell you why:

I like to write a little verse
And hide it in my father's purse,
He says that I am getting worse
But that just makes me cry,

So give me lots of happy times
To tell of in my little rhymes,
I'll not reveal your naughty crimes
Until the day I die!