Big bottomed fraulein, put your weight on me
Said the pygmy to the whore
Desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain
little man his youth a fountain overdrafted and still counting
vernacular verbose
an attempt in getting close to where he came from
in the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars
proposition deal, fly button feel
testicle testing, wallet ever bulging
dressed to the left divulging the wrinkles of his years
wedding bell induced fears shedding bell end tears
in the pocket of her resistance
international assistance flowing generous and full
to his never-ready tool
pulls his eyes over her wool
and he shudders as he comes
and my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road