Damsel in Distress

 

DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

 

 

 

Sir Fuckalot was playing

 

With himself at chess

 

But he got a summons

 

From a damsel in distress

 

 

 

He heard those plaintive cries

 

His manhood on alert

 

He whistled for his charger

 

And then he hit the dirt

 

 

 

He arrived at the castle

 

Then rushed up the stairs

 

Thinking of Goldilocks

 

And the three bears

 

 

 

It was an anticlimax

 

In fact there was a snag

 

No damsel to be seen

 

Just a bloke in drag

 

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Comments (1)

  1. morningafter7

    Haha!!

    September 09, 2015