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| A tale of heartbreak and love that can never be. |
| Dorothy, Don't Be A Lesbian I heard it down the chip-shop first, This awful rumour made me cringe. Dorothy just down the road, Has gone the way of minge. I sobbed into my battered sausage, I'd looked at her with such affection, And now the lure of soggy twat, Had beaten my erection. Dorothy, don't be a lesbian. I have yet to use my sheath. Don't be the girl who wanders round, With pubes between her teeth. Think again, perhaps you're wrong, You've just not tried much cock. Just try me once, you'll lose the taste For a skinhead in a frock. You're the only decent bird in town, Not like those Rotherham slappers. So please don't turn your back on me, For a bunch of fanny flappers. So, Dorothy, don't be a lesbian, It's time to choose your dish. A platter of my hot cheese, Or a bowl of mouldy fish. And anyway, I thought you were supposed to be a vegetarian. Daniel Lee Salter 2005 |