Farewell, Anna

Anna, you're leaving;

This makes me sad.

(This poem you're reading

May make you glad.)

When you get upon that jet

I wish you all the best.

My regret? That I won't get

To motorboat your chest.

I would've liked a tit wank

From your majestic mother lodes.

You could give my arse a spank

While my load goes up your nose.

This is a marvellous story!

During my morning shower

It made me really horny.

I came with massive power

From my morning glory.

Anyway, to you: good luck,

Which obviously rhymes with 'fuck'.

But I am not so crude

As to say something so rude.

Sod it: come back as I'm in the mood

For a seedy titty-fuck!