raining cats and dogs outside

Ron's too heavy, nearly fainting

ceiling's cracked and peeling

needs plastering and painting

 

never enjoyed sex, orgasms

gave me  not a second look

up there that web of cracks

is not unlike reading a book

 

he's pumping like a good 'un

I nearly dropped off to sleep

surveying spidery fissures

a bit like counting sheep

 

memories drop down on me

the night Joe had his stroke

young Alan losing his way to

dismount for a quick smoke

 

like reading your own palms

ceiling's rife with love-lines

a bit of a life-line are blokes

not all of them are swines

 

I try to count my blessings

watching bits of plaster fall

once I lived on the streets

cracks beat no roof at all

 

Ron groans, he's done, I wish

he wouldn't squeeze my titty

he's left a few quid, builder's

coming, helps boost the kitty