My Father Testo

Lovely big strawberries

He'll probably shout
Give me a hell of a clout
Or perhaps a good kick up the rear
But one thing's for sure
I'll have to endure
A great deal of pain so to speak

I know it's not right
But for a laugh every night
I knock on people's doors
And shout things like up yours

I'll never know why
But for some reason I
Never did well at school
All I did was break rules and tell lies

His birthday's next week
So I though as a treat
I would buy him his favourite book
It's not one of those poetic prose
Just full frontal nudity