By day he was a plumber, a regular one of the boys, <br />But by night he ran Ladies Parties, selling fantasy sex-toys. <br />And when a plumbing he did go, the ladies liked his tools for sure <br />Which explains all his discount rates, when being paid behind the door. <br /> <br />One customer seemed quite nervous, when she got her boiler serviced <br />Unknown to him, amused herself, with rampant rabbits or anything else! <br />His bag that day was choc-a-block with wrenches for wenches and sex-party stock. <br />And as he worked, behind his back, she secretly rummaged in his sack. <br /> <br />His work was interrupted, while adjusting his tape measure, <br />From the room along the hall he heard her moans and screams of pleasure. <br />“I love this tartan dildo, and this kinky rubber mask! ” <br />He said, “I can sell you the mask, my dear. But not my thermos flask! ”<br /><br />Reece Kaye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-for-hot-stuff-baby-this-evening/
