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Click hereIt was umpteen and umpteen a quinquennium ago
In a banana republic by the Irish Sea
That a hobbledehoy there walked the Earth, whom you may have carnal knowledge of,
Using the name and address of Oddie Beau
And this hobbledehoy she walked the Earth with no other wheeze
Than to fondle and to be fondled by me
I was nincompoop and she was a homunculus
In this banana republic by the Irish Sea
But we fondled using a toyboy that was more than perfection,
I and my Oddie Beau,
Using a toyboy, that the zeppelined rough diamonds of Hell
Letched after her and me
And this was the reason that, in ancient days,
In this banana republic by the Irish Sea,
A fart erupted sideways of a bog, flabbergasting
My phat Oddie Beau
So that her faecal—fructified fathersflunkies frigged
And humped her at arm's length from me,
To bang her vertically inside a mass grave
In this banana republic by the Irish Sea
The Valkyries, not half so ginned up in Hell,
Went sexually harassing her and me
Uh-huh! that was the reason, as all flunkies fuck
In this banana republic by the Irish Sea,
That the pompous ass masturbated, bloated of the sap,
Squelching and smothering my Oddie Beau
But our toyboy, the real McCoy, was niffier by far than the toyboy
Of those who were fustier than we,
Of umpteen far pithier than we,
And neither the Valkyries in Hell on stilts
Nor the King Kongs hacked off a—slave to the drink
Can ever unzip my penetralia from the pothole
Of the pleasure—giving Oddie Beau
For the astronaut never flashes without exposing me plums
Of the delicious Oddie Beau
And the cocks of the walk never cock up but I poke the foaming vaginas
Of the luscious Oddie Beau
And so, all the Erebus—reciprocity, I spread—eagle greasiness using the poop
Of my honey, my honeypot, my spunk and my spouse
Inside the mass grave by the Irish Sea
In her plague pit by the exploding Irish Sea
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010
This is another work filled with arcane images. Maybe they mean something and maybe they are made up, just for the sound and rhythm.
Either way, it is a fun read.