Product info...UK style

Sergeant slaughter and his two lovely daughters
Do get the occasional trim.
New bird on the stage, nearly half my age
My purchase a bit of a whim

The instruction book did not get a look
I thought I knew how to use Veet
Whipped out my tower, whilst stood in the shower
Spreading it liberally all over my meat

I flipped off the cap, lifted up the old chap
Pushing the limits i'm sure
I wanted to groom in the valley of doom
Now my starfish is bleeding and raw

I tried to keep calm washing off the napalm
Leaving me all of a fluster
You could boil a small lake or cook a big steak
With the heat from my genital cluster.

Less grass on the wicked, but all's still not cricket
It does add an inch or two
A full week past, how long will it last?
Still unable to sit, stand or poo.

You may well cry but tears will dry,
Leaving balls as smooth as jam jars,
My slong looks huge, still no sign of pubes
So i'm happy to award it 5 stars

Where in the He double tooth picks did you find that? I laughed at almost every review, but this poem caught my eye.:D
 
Harley, in my mind's eye you are now perceived altogether differently than before this posting. Was not aware that so few people could come up with so many names for their private parts. Hilarious!
 
I can visualize Oak and Dink poring frantically thru past issues of Men's Health and GQ for an order form.:)
 
:D A buddy sent me that in May. Those English guys dialect and swearing is on a completely different level. And creative... but really, who writes a poem about his junk???
 
This thread definitely belongs on this site with the crew that hangs out here! Still laughing at some of those responses!
 
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