Another Poem

Ye consent ye art search in pursuit of a negro that will bring you beyond and do ye precise, well cometh here child and let father show you what it feels like, ye fathom all ye hath do is utter I what thy swig on, and I pledge thy that I hath maintain it arriving all night long, Gazing in thy eyes whilst thy on the other side, and I suspect that beloved I possess a love for ye, aye, satisfy it on purpose, entwine and labouring it, I may disclose by the way you hath gaze at I lassie, I want to produce intercourse in this pub, aye, produce intercourse in this pub, aye, in this pub, aye, in this pub, I want to produce intercourse in this pub, aye, produce intercourse in this pub, aye, in this pub, aye, in this pub - The Church Ushers