Roger dreamed of the sea
But he couldnt do without PVC
He imagined waves and other stuff
But he couldnt do without his ankle cuffs
He would be proud to serve with any lags
What would they say about his gags?
They would call him a land lubber
Cos he was into moulded rubber
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think Roger had better stick to his bdsm! Love, Fran xx