The Blonde's Birthday
Oh yes thought Victor,I'll cut the grass, Maybe the Blonde would like to see my ass, Come on Blonde, come out with me Oh yes, said she, I'll bring my tea Up and down the lawn he went Hands tightly on his mower His willy dragging on the ground Did make him a bit slower What a lovely view, said the Blonde Sipping on her cuppa Hoping when he'd done the grass He might just slip one up her It is your birthday, I suppose Said Victor with a grin, Drop your tea, take of your hat And I will stick it in Just then, they heard a loud "hello" The girls had come to party Oh Blonde, they said, how could you Your sandals are sooo tarty They then caught sight of Victor In sandals, hat and socks, BFM went to hug him But the FA dropped in shock The moral of this story's clear Said the Blonde to Victor, forlorn You should have shagged my brains out Before you cut the lawn ! Happy Birthday Blonde xxxx