Ant Smith

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Mortician

Dear mortician
I need a remind-ah
Do me a favour
And gently scalp her
It's okay, it need not show
For you can take it from
From down below

I said I would love her
For ever and a day
I meant I would love her
From beyond the grave
Please please help me
Misbehave
I want to fuck her
Before she decays

Dear gynaecologist
I need me a hole
Some where suitable
To stick my pole
Rigor mortis has me
Caught out cold
She has seized up like
A limpet on a hull

Dear taxidermist
I need a loving look
The kind that always
Made me want to fuck
Take your glassy eyes and
Fashion some suprise
I want to see that
Glint in her cold, dead, eyes

I said I would love her
For ever and a day
I meant I would love her
From beyond the grave
Please please help me
Misbehave
I want to fuck her
Before she decays
I want to fuck her
Before she decays
I want to fuck her
Before she decays
I want to fuck her
Before she decays
I want to fuck her -
Till the end of days.