for Lozza of the Taylors
(laughingly inspired by her comment to me on Raj Ferds recent poem-and also-for-Raj)
jumping jehoshaphat! not her!
my top rated heroine of hump-like references !
my long adored idol of indecent insinuations !
she ain't become possessed by the ghost of Mary Whitehouse has she?
Oh! Godess of all thing's porno,please let it not be so
that her once lurid lion of a mind has been righteously rebooted
and wiped cleaner than clean!
Surely I am not going to see her in my town centre,in forthcoming Christmas's
dressed in Sally Army fashion,not shaking her booty anymore
but only a tambourine in brassbanded company ?
Should it be so,then,both me and my copulating with corruptibility mind
along with my collection of 'swinging' video's
could be heading for Dirty Cows leap
with the dying word's on my-anyone's for the price of a Gregg's pie- lip's
farewell,all those suspiciously stuck together page's in Lad's Mag's
farewell,all those who let it all hang out,without warning.
Remember me you raver's,each time you run
through packed and kneeling church congregations
Oh Satan ! please have a room in your subterranean knocking shop
prepared for me!
For,I come to you,full gimp suited,leg's akimbo,or,
arse first if that is your preference O horny-horn-ed one.
Goodbye bonking banished,Taylor sterilized world !
goodbye my once,now ex-write-out-loud poetical queen of most thing's profane.
But for fuck's sake,don't mention my shag-happy name
in your whiter than white prayer's!
Loz,just to letteth thee know,that should this looney appraisal
causeth thee offence enough to roll thine eye's to the heaven's
that my beatiful butt takes a size nine in 'obnail boots!