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| Miss Debbie did Bob, Dick and Bill But nobody gave her a thrill Til an infantry sergeant Named Timothy Argent Put Deb through a rigorous drill. Miss Deb sat adrift in a sleigh With Tim on a cold winter's day. While we wait to get towed Howz-about I get blowed? Asked Tim of Miss Deb, by the way. Deb climbed onto Tim for a boff. She gripped him so tight he went sof'. The next thing he knows, She's yanking his toes, So he tells her just where to get off. They married when Tim left the army. If that does not prove they were barmy-- They opened a club Called Showgirls ‘n Grub And brought in some geeks from the Carney. I got us another black calf, Tim re-vealed, as he chopped it in half. I'm hating Swiss cheese. Deb cut with a wheeze, This dinner show biz is a gaff. More pie? He re-torted while miming How Deb and her tongue could be sliming His schlong. She gets bold. Down she goes. You're so old! He ejaculates, showing bad timing. Thus endeth the Argent's adventures, Applauded despite all the censures. As a matter of course, Deb wins the divorce. That bites! Timmy snapped through his dentures. |
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