The Boredom of Lockdown

[peter92305]

One of the biggest problems with these frequent lockdowns is thinking up new ways of passing the time.
I decided to try my hand at a bit of poetry. I don't think it compares favourably with Wordsworth but i'll give you a flavour of my handiwork ::

There was a young girl of Cape Cod, Who thought babies were fashioned by God,
But 'twas not the Almighty ,Who hiked up her nightie, 'Twas Roger , the lodger, By God!


There was a young woman from Kew, Who said, as the Bishop withdrew, Oh the Vicar is quicker And thicker and slicker.
And four inches longer than you.


Jack and Jill went up the hill, So Jack could see Jill's fanny.
Jack got a shock and an eyeful of cock, 'Cause Jill was now a closet tranny.


A confused young lady called Alice, Used a dynamite stick as a phallus.
They found her vagina in South Carolina, And bits of her tits were in Dallas!


Hopefully you raised a giggle or two but the real success story is that it kept me from roaming the streets at night!