Monday, July 25, 2016

OP323-326. David, save us some cake!

I like the icing; Phil will eat what's inside.

Happy birthday there, Dave, birthday boy!
You deserve something more than a toy
A girl jumps out your cake
With big boobs that ain't fake
Wearing just a smile, bringing you joy!

I know this might sound kinda funny
But I wish you a big pile of money
You ought to get more
Like a knock at your door
By a stark naked hot Playboy bunny

I would gladly help out (yes, I'm bold)
But I think that I may be too old
So just don't you pout
If you're doing without.
Look at me, an old maid growing mold.

Gettin' laid is what you should be plottin'
By a nymph that is just hot to trottin'
Oh I know that it is
Simply none of my biz
Either way, I hope you get spoiled rotten!


  1. Happy 34th, David, and thanks, Suz, for the nod to my being a cunning linguist.

    I once saw this inscribed on a men's room wall. It was inside a big heart:
    Connie Lingus loves Phil Atio

    1. You're welcome, BAD boy (with the GOOD puns) That men's room graffiti artist would have done well on your blog; all you naughty boys would have such a blast!

    2. Oh, and thank you Phil, for resetting all the print for me in just the perfect way! And I'd also forgotten to put in the OP number (must have been from lack of sleep and crazy work hours) It's a wonder I could rhyme at all!

  2. Thank you, Suzanne. if only I had such luck.

    1. I feel your pain. I'm just as lucky as you are. Even if I did get lucky, I'd just have no time for it!

    2. A friend recently told me he was getting some on the side. I told him it had been so long since I'd had any, I didn't know they'd moved it!

  3. Hahahahahaha!! That makes 3 of us!