Poem -

MOUTH LIKE A DUSTBIN

  MOUTH LIKE A DUSTBIN             TIM WILLIAMS   NOV. 2015

SHE HAS A MOUTH LIKE A DUSTBIN
I CAN SEE THE PIZZA STILL IN VIEW,
A HEAD FULL OF RUBBISH,
FROM " THE NEWS OF THE SCREWS ",
IF IT'S WRITTEN IN THERE SHE SAY'S
" IT HAS TO BE TRUE ",
IT GIVES HER ALL HER AMMO, FOR HER DISTORTED POINTS OF VIEW

A BODY THE SHAPE OF A SACK OF BALLOONS
SIMILAR TO AN ORANGUTAN OR OVERWEIGHT BABOON,
SHE HAS'NT SEEN HER FANNY FOR TWENTY FOUR YEARS,
WELL ONCE IN THE HALL MIRROR,
WHILE SHE WAS SAT ON THE STAIRS
EVEN THEN SHE WAS'NT CERTAIN,
COULD HAVE DONE WITH SHIPS FLARES

SHE DRESSES IN XXXL BABYDOLL NIGHTIES
FOR HER BLOG PAGE ON THE NET,
SHE SHOULD BE TALKING TO A PHSYCIATRIST,
BUT THE CLOSEST THING WHO'LL LISTEN
IS THE JUNIOR BLOODY VET, HE THINKS SHE'S HIS GIRLFRIEND,
HAS'NT SEEN THE SIGN " TO LET "

SHIT AND HE OWES HER SERIOUS FOLDING MONEY
FROM ALL THE DOMINATRIX GAMES THAT THEY PLAYED,
LIKE HIDE THE SAUSAGE IN LAMMAS STREET AND SCENES 
FROM 50 SHADES OF GREY,
SHE HAS AN ADMIRABLE COLLECTION OF VICTORIAN WHIPS AND CUFFS
OR SO I'VE HEARD MEN SAY,
YOU JUST HAVE TO BRING YOUR OWN PIT PROPS,
TO  KEEP STUFF OUT THE WAY

SHE SAY'S " I'M EARNING A BLOODY FORTUNE
FOR THE SERVICES I SUPPLY",
ALTHOUGH IT'S NOT MY MUG OF TEA ,
I COULD'NT STAND ALL THE FLIES,
BUT THERE ARE THOSE WHO LOVE EM' BIG,
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ..............." ONCE YOU'VE HAD FAT JACK, THERE'S NO GOING BACK, DOWN TO A SMALLER SIZE "

WELL WHATEVER FLOATS YER BOAT ... A 

( This poem is to be taken in jest, it is not a reflection of the authors point of view, just a bit of fun Ta ! )

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