Talking Heads?
“Oh dear I feel quite dead
There is something
Quite wrong with my poor head
No shine, nothing
Roxxxy this is my dread
I’m feeling low
Nothing for you, to bed
Or even blow”
Roxxxy spoke from the dead
“There is something
That will raise your small head
Viagra’s the thing
That will put back the Lead
For a good time
In your stem and soft head
Just kiss my prime
While I am on the bed
And you will get
A hit of best liquid
Viagra you bet
It will raise you on bed
So you can pet
Both my places or head
Paid with vast debt
To let you get ahead
Three times each day
On floor ceiling or bed
No more to pay.”
I kissed Roxxxy’s head
And moistened lip
Soon I lost my worst dread
Up rose my tip
To screw Roxxxy to bed
Three times, three ways
And each way A to Zed
So manual says
But, but, my manhood said
She feels quite cold
Necrophylic or dead
I don’t feel bold
Wedding tackles gone dead
Now I see mould
On Viagra moist lips red
And to be bold
It must be rightly said
Roxxxy will need
A Viagra tap on head
For her to sucseed
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