My Girlfriend is on the Rag


Hi All 

Silly Boy here 

Girlfriends they are so overrated 

I met a girl named Meryl 

The other day 

She was from Stoke 

I like girls from Stoke 

Meryl thought I was the best thing 

She had seen since her cat 

Visited its flat mate on the A4

I told her that I was hung like a digger 

And things progressed from there 

Until Shag Time raised its ugly head 

She did warn me beforehand 

I am on the Rag she said 

Which I thought was unkind 

As I had purchased 

Egyptian Cotton Sheets 

Especially for the occasion 

As we undressed there was a pungent smell 

Which I put down to a dead neighbour 

Meryl insisted on shagging in the dark 

And I am ashamed to say 

That I shagged my own pillow 

For twenty minutes 

Before it exploded beneath me 

Long story short 

It was like shagging a treacle pudding 

But take away the smell and the crumbs 

And Silly Boy had a nice time 

I asked for oral sex 

So we spent our afterglow 

Chatting about sexual positions 

I was fond of the doggie one 

Although Meryl preferred

The soixante neuf 

We fell asleep in each others arms

Mine was from the twelfth century 

Meryl’s was from the First Crusade

And then it happened 

I woke up 

Meryl was no longer with me 

I looked down and screamed 

As my willy was no longer there 

There was nothing but blood 

From my knees to my chest 

Mummy came in with coffee 

She called an ambulance 

Who is my maternal aunt 

I was taken to St Jude’s 

It was so so embarrassing

They hunted high and low

For my lost dick 

It was not in my crisp packet 

They even checked Meryl out 

But it was not there 

It was not until I showered 

With one of the illegal porters 

That they found it

 It was where it had always been 

The head nurse said 

That she had seen bigger dicks 

On mutilated grasshoppers 

I now have mental health problems 

And am prone to self abuse 

Which is strictly prohibited 

As it makes one blind

Meryl is still my girlfriend 

We pick primroses together 

And collect for –

That is enough my friends

It hurts too much 

As Meryl has told me 

That her men o pause is dew 

This has confused me 

As men still walk past her 

Without incurring any inhibition 

This may be my last post 

Silly Boy is Sad