Today I climbed Pendle Hill to see a sight of Witches
But what I got I kid you not,
Was a tour of Wigan with Mr Big’n.
Goji berry waterfalls,
Insecure missed calls,
Intense passion from an aluminum dragon,
Mushy peas and Gary Adams.
Although I went with great anticipation to see the murdered Witches,
our plans curtailed as Mr Big’n sentenced them to the ditches.
Juicy ripe Chinese pear, enthralled me with his kisses,
but in the next breath he said:
” tonight my dear, im leaving you here to watch the footy with the Mrs “
That is what I got, I kid you not, for my fountain he had exhausted.
So off we hike to higher heights, naked waterfalls got rather sordid. Water gushed, a mountain fountain not a dribble, as we continued our romcom of the river Ribble, with burning loins, scrabble sex toys and Malcom in the middle.
So although I will complain, for tonight is not the same, I still have arrogance a bliss for your big soft lying lips.
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