Tim bucktooth


Fornicators unconcealed
Ignoble in their carnal lust
To wanting yearning
willing yield
in pastures green
they writhe and thrust

Voyeurisms gift to you
Whomsoever wants to view
Daytime fayre or woods at night
All laid bare in pale moonlight

But soft what beams
afore me there
The law in teams

Though not illegal
Somewhat odd
but you're all nicked
says P C plod

Now stop with the sex
pull up your kex
by these rubber necks
You've been fingered

Those offended by the show
gave oral witness, blow by blow
Mass debaters come, and go!
Tongue tied the cunning lingered

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