Going shopping and whilst hopping,
She spied her own reflection.
She checked her bum, oh this is fun.
She gazed with much affection.

“Avast behind!” broke her peace of mind,
She glared in all directions,
Then saw the source, oh yes, of course!
A pirate of fair complexion.

She began to flirt and twirled her skirt
Then spied an imperfection.
Across his bum, which left her numb,
Grew barnacles. An infection!

She ran away without delay,
A definite rejection.
To settle down she bought a gown
And chocolates, a selection.

(I hope you aren’t implying that JD’s bum is anything less than perfection, Peabrain?  Lo,TG Ed.)


  1. Posted May 14, 2013 at 10:50 pm | Permalink

    johnny’s bum
    is perfectamun

    no barnacles here
    upon his rear

    just shear delight
    In TG’s sight

    To resist is futile
    ponder this for a while

  2. Posted May 15, 2013 at 3:50 am | Permalink

    you say “barnacles” like that’s a bad thing? i happen to like a little sea-junk in the trunk!

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