Stevie McCabe's Diabolic Blog

destiny, evil, fear, Hope, humanity

Pull my wiener

Pull my wiener

So sorry prince Albert
Bout the blisters on my wiener
Breaking out the sea biscuits
For breakfast, lunch and dinner

Hob nobbing it with the top knobs
Let me be upfront
It’s part of the wiener culture
A chance to take a punt

Pull My Wiener

Baby you can pull my weiner, don’t refrain
Pull my wiener like you’re pulling the goddam chain
Pull it like fitzcaraldo
Making the pass like a tug of war

Heaving and hauling the motherlode
Scrimping and straining , a rachetless pincer-wheel
Shuddering , shimmering in the last summer sparkles
Giddy up glimmer horse, make rock into matter

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