Oor Georgie (aka The Gallus Galloway Banter)
Wee “Georgeous Georgie”, puddin’ and spy?
Kissed Saddam, right on the fly
For with Rula’s he’d like to play
In “Big Brother” he tried to stay
”Would you like me to lap the milk?”
Lenska?” He asked. Her of the ilk …
That would turn his mind to filth
Thinking “thigh-length boots, whips and milf!”
In red cat-suit he felt so slick
But it really made her sick
As he coughed up his furry balls
‘Twas tumbleweed – to his cat calls
For his attempts to amuse
Being playing kitten with his meows
Left nothing to imagination
(His tiny cat nips in gyration)
So then when it was time to vote
He’d tend to lose (as if by rote)
Those left in hoose got duly blootered
Celebrating oor Georgie neutered
“Oor Georgie” was brought to you by the Dairy Max Section of The Sunday Roast