Medley

He’s the porn king of 68
In sex he throws his weight
An economic experts of sorts
Everything else he’s not
Brought a single malt
And quietly swigged the lot
Now there’s a smirk on his face
Of his nonsense there’s no trace
With a squiggle he left for Brunei
Leaving everyone high and dry
I could just go on and on
Best to leave alone that man of porn

On this site
You must abide
Strictly no porn
Says the Don
As in maths school
Just follow the rule

Genga for his soft interior
Is really a tough guy superior
Feted by the opposite sex
His looks have them hexed
Putty in his hands
His killer looks sift them like sand
In their fantasy shred his clothes
On his body they poach
Alas that man from Perth
Is really an angel on earth

Tiger tiger burning bright
KM raring for a fight
At the side lines she prowls
Seeking whom she may devour
Her fangs she exposes
In a flash her jaws closes
No none is safe
Especially the porn king, that knave