I wanted to meet a nice woman,
The agency gave me her name,
I found as i glanced through the brochure,
Most of em looked just the same.
I went out this day to meet Vera,
Her photo a sight for sore eyes,
I watched as she walked ever nearer,
A lady with thunderclap thighs.
I could see that she`d made a big effort,
Her tight leather leggins and gols,
Stood standing there in my best shirt,
She said she`d just come off her hols.
Nutcracker Lil, I had named her,
Her skills with my nuts were astounding,
Though partial to roasted, She had em all toasted
but more than once had me pounding.
I`m partial to ladies of larger proportions,
Vera was that through and through,
Exceeded my high expectations.
There was nothing that she would not do .
Dear agency how can i thank you,
For Vera in`t leggins and golls,
All tuthers were useless too,
Some favoured twittering trolls.
She told me one day she was married,
To Bert Postle, My mate from ont bread,
The two timin wazark to do what she did,
The shock nearly killed me stone dead.
Oh well, Back tut thagent on monday,
I`ll seek a voluptuous type,
I think this pastime is so overated,
All sorts of chatter, And far to much hype.
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