Look out, look out,
There's an orgasm about.
It's trapped in grandma's shoe.
I try and poke it out with a pencil,
But it just wont shift.

Look out, look out,
There's an orgasm about.
It's dancing on the telly.
I try and make a grab for it,
But it just gives me a filthy look,
And warns me not to be so silly.

Look out, look out,
There's an orgasm about.
It's run amok and hid behind the sofa.
I try and fetch it out with a hoover,
But it's firmly wedged in the corner.

Look out, look out,
There's an orgasm about.
It's crawling up the wall.
I try and catch it with a net on a stick,
But it just fights and escapes out of the window.

@ DP Jones 16/04/10

published August 2010