A friend with breasts is better.
A friend in need of something to feed.
A friend in fishnets is wetter.
A bird in hand or two in the bush.
To come with a bird’s hand is kinder.
A kiss on the lips and tell me shush.
A kiss to stop me going blinder.
Too many cooks fill you with froth.
And a pussy to lick the cream.
Slurp away like a pig at the trough.
And another nights damp dream.
Never judge a book until you’re under the cover.
And light hands make it work.
Never settle for once if there’s chance of another.
It ain’t dead if it can still jerk.
MUDCROW
MAY26 1999
