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
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