On Nerdlickers And Saywipes Poem by His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III

The boys’ down-under
Rock, roll and thunder
From dawn to dusk fall
No crevice too small

There lies a breed of man
Down-under
Strapping boys extolling
Thunder
As ways and means to cover
Blunders
Ignored, decried and torn
Asunder

On knees of glass they kiss
Bemused
Each others bums although
Confused
Which orifice need be
Abused
To satisfy and stand
Amused

The Nerdlicker is prime
Example
Of one who knowingly
Will sample
Posterior vast and
Fairly ample
With his full lips, butt hairs
He’ll trample

Saywipe my bony buns
Oh Pastor
I’ll play the schoolboy, you
Headmaster
Caress my cheeks and stroke
Them faster
No joy denied, no way
Disaster

The boys’ down-under
Rock, roll and thunder
From dawn to dusk fall
No crevice too small