The boys’ down-under
Rock, roll and thunder
From dawn to dusk fall
No crevice too small
There lies a breed of man
Down-under
Strapping boys extolling
Thunder
As ways and means to cover
Blunders
Ignored, decried and torn
Asunder
On knees of glass they kiss
Bemused
Each others bums although
Confused
Which orifice need be
Abused
To satisfy and stand
Amused
The Nerdlicker is prime
Example
Of one who knowingly
Will sample
Posterior vast and
Fairly ample
With his full lips, butt hairs
He’ll trample
Saywipe my bony buns
Oh Pastor
I’ll play the schoolboy, you
Headmaster
Caress my cheeks and stroke
Them faster
No joy denied, no way
Disaster
The boys’ down-under
Rock, roll and thunder
From dawn to dusk fall
No crevice too small
Addendum Sonja. If swine could write they would make comments like you do. H
I wonder, Herbert, if you strip and stroke yourself when you read that list
Oooh just a moment ago I saw that this poem was rated 10x3 and now.. has fallen very low. Hmmm, how odd! Sx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
take that as an 'affirmative', Sonja.