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There was an old gezzer named Dusty.
Who had a young wife who was lusty.
He said with a gloat.
As he launched his boat.
I'd rather be hunting a Musky. | |
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| He grabbed his gear, and said "goodbye dear"
and headed out through the yard...
She leaped from the porch, like a Roman torch,
taking Dusty to the ground like a tub of lard...
They rolled and they scratched and cussed like a sailor,
he looked for the chance to really nail 'er...
she clutched his throat w/ a strong armed grip,
but w/in a minute he could feel her arm start to slip...
he flipped her over in the wet morning grass,
and jerked her up like a fresh caught bass...
he then lifted her up high over his head,
then pitched her threw the window and onto the bed!
The neighbors then heard, as he drove out of sight,
"Could someone go check, to see if she's alright?"
She rose from the bed, and said w/ a grin,
"No need to worry, we'll do it all again!" | |
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Dusty Returns