He gets up first thing in the morning. First thing he does- he farts Second thing he does- he scratches his arse Third thing- smiles smuggly After taking a victorious dump And slicing himself on the shaver And don't forget the hour with the hair gel He comes downstairs for breakfast First thing he says- GRUNT Then, he leaves to work, school, whatever it is leaving the mess for you to tidy up but justifying it by saying 'I was going to do it' What does this gorilla do all day If you thinks its hard work, how mistaken you are He boasts about the ladies he pulled last night round town or talks about the football or cars or cricket probably whilst having a few down the pub In the evening, he has a few more down the pub tries to pull a few lasses playing a role that is a cross between macho man and a dog in heat Oh deary me And, to finish the day off he has a kebab goes home farts scratches his Arse takes another victorious dump belches and goes to bed, snoring away.
Reason for writing:
Masculinity has just been screwed over by a male. Oh yes!!
Birth sign: Leo
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