Dear Richard. - that's all it says - no surname or nothing - Please could we have a poem about anatomy. Perhaps a silly one. Yours Faithcerely, S. Milligan ItoldyouIwasill.
Why certainly S.Milligan ItoldyouIwasill. Glad to oblige. Noblesse oblige indeed. The versed man's burden etc
Skin, Skin, lovely skin -
It keeps your outsides out and your insides in
A sack of snot makes lovely lube -
The toilet tells you you're a tube.
Is it worth going on? I suppose it can't get worse....
A stretchy hole for stools to pass
The other end eats dead cow's arse
Oh - I think that is enough really - a bit crude don't I think? - the image of God etc? Come on now -
The dangler's purpose not quite clear -
But not for bottoms! God's not queer!
No - I'm sorry - I'm going to have to stop me there - this is getting offensive now -
The furry -
Right! That's it! Go to my room Richard Emmanuel Jones! And no supper until evensong.