The boys’ down-under <br />Rock, roll and thunder <br />From dawn to dusk fall <br />No crevice too small <br /> <br />There lies a breed of man <br />Down-under <br />Strapping boys extolling <br />Thunder <br />As ways and means to cover <br />Blunders <br />Ignored, decried and torn <br />Asunder <br /> <br />On knees of glass they kiss <br />Bemused <br />Each others bums although <br />Confused <br />Which orifice need be <br />Abused <br />To satisfy and stand <br />Amused <br /> <br />The Nerdlicker is prime <br />Example <br />Of one who knowingly <br />Will sample <br />Posterior vast and <br />Fairly ample <br />With his full lips, butt hairs <br />He’ll trample <br /> <br />Saywipe my bony buns <br />Oh Pastor <br />I’ll play the schoolboy, you <br />Headmaster <br />Caress my cheeks and stroke <br />Them faster <br />No joy denied, no way <br />Disaster <br /> <br />The boys’ down-under <br />Rock, roll and thunder <br />From dawn to dusk fall <br />No crevice too small<br /><br />His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-nerdlickers-and-saywipes/
