Saturday, January 16, 2010

The molester's thunder thighs

I flashed my Nehruvian smile, Rathore sighs,
And next when the police are nigh,
I'll scare them with my thunder thighs.

The molester cop smirks and grunts
I'll detonate a bomb in my y-fronts.
As the cops approach, I'll snort
Gaze at my boxer shorts
And scamp they will when I don my sullen wife's bikini
I'll prove to the world, I'm a uber Houdini.

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