I do not like that whip, my dear.
I do not like it there or here.
It gives me feelings in my pants
like a thousand crawling ants.
I do not like it in the bath.
I would not like it in on a path.
I'll put it in a big lockbox
And then I'll beat you with my socks.
You could not make me like it more
Unless you throw it out the door.
I would not like it day or night.
I would not like it at crotch height.
You may think I like it, still
But I'd prefer a pickle dill
inserted in your naughty parts
By a doctor of the arts.
I can't impress upon you more
This utter cloathing on this s...
I do not like that whip, my dear.
I do not like it there or here.
There once was a noder named Tedd
Whose pubis was as red as his head
The girls would all watch
When he showed off his crotch
But left with each other instead
Chris-O liked the boys
He also liked the women
They all liked dark meat