03-30-2013, 09:13 PM
Flying through the galaxy
Far from the eyes of man
Picture the scene of mayhem
Imagine if you can
Travelling with the Smognogs
At a speed of ripzig 5
A Lobsob on my arm
Felt good to be alive
G-dink the good commander
Held a steady course
His ziffer on the button
His wipter up a horse
Travelling to the Sanctuary
In the galaxy Mi arsole
Delivering all the animals
To the keeper of the Smoles
When the Spigs they started flashing
The carrier took a dive
Speed dropping down to ripzig 1
All the way from from ripzig 5
G-dink the good commander
Caught in the throes of passion
Bent double up the horses arse
Had one mighty big orgasm
Shooting out the Horses rear
In a ball of his own gissum
He brought new meaning to
The idea of Nuclear fision
Sponk the navigator, a wholp of a smig
Was down in the lower phlug
Playing with a pig
There was a right to do
Aboard this Noah’s ark
Perversions to the left and right
Oh how the dog did bark
As Ploop the keeper of the wunk
Slipped on a rubber glove
Whispered words of coarse intent
Engaged in puppy love
My Lobsob lover dewey eyed
Put tentacle to groin
While Rex the happy dog
On Ploops bone began gnawing
Aroused by touch of tentacle
And four erect nipples
Should I give it to the Lopsob up the flup
Or maybe round the grittles
At this point a mighty cry
Rent the air in two
We’d forgot the time was spink to spack
And the Elephant needed a poo
Under a pile of steaming dung
Lay Smuktuk the Wasty cook
Who later was to claim all innocence
He was not trying to fook
The Elephant up the trunk
Or even up the trumper
Twas his false claim he merely be
Matching shades for G-dinks new jumper
Now up the fluck the mighty Bluck
Was on a personal mission
He’d seen Tutut with her spungles shut
And made the bold decision
To boldly go both to and fro
To rock the Misgrits smigin
To prove to all once and for all
He really packed a big’in
As Tutut said in a voice well bred
Myfor gurunt doopopin
Smurky rurky loop toot
Shumin poploop dun koffin
Now my Misgrits not half as good
As my Lobsob, so translation it aint’ easy
but by and large she did impart
his Wongdong made her queesy
All in all a reet to do
Aboard this merry flight
A virtual musbink of ding vung
A transport of shipshite
Far from the eyes of man
Picture the scene of mayhem
Imagine if you can
Travelling with the Smognogs
At a speed of ripzig 5
A Lobsob on my arm
Felt good to be alive
G-dink the good commander
Held a steady course
His ziffer on the button
His wipter up a horse
Travelling to the Sanctuary
In the galaxy Mi arsole
Delivering all the animals
To the keeper of the Smoles
When the Spigs they started flashing
The carrier took a dive
Speed dropping down to ripzig 1
All the way from from ripzig 5
G-dink the good commander
Caught in the throes of passion
Bent double up the horses arse
Had one mighty big orgasm
Shooting out the Horses rear
In a ball of his own gissum
He brought new meaning to
The idea of Nuclear fision
Sponk the navigator, a wholp of a smig
Was down in the lower phlug
Playing with a pig
There was a right to do
Aboard this Noah’s ark
Perversions to the left and right
Oh how the dog did bark
As Ploop the keeper of the wunk
Slipped on a rubber glove
Whispered words of coarse intent
Engaged in puppy love
My Lobsob lover dewey eyed
Put tentacle to groin
While Rex the happy dog
On Ploops bone began gnawing
Aroused by touch of tentacle
And four erect nipples
Should I give it to the Lopsob up the flup
Or maybe round the grittles
At this point a mighty cry
Rent the air in two
We’d forgot the time was spink to spack
And the Elephant needed a poo
Under a pile of steaming dung
Lay Smuktuk the Wasty cook
Who later was to claim all innocence
He was not trying to fook
The Elephant up the trunk
Or even up the trumper
Twas his false claim he merely be
Matching shades for G-dinks new jumper
Now up the fluck the mighty Bluck
Was on a personal mission
He’d seen Tutut with her spungles shut
And made the bold decision
To boldly go both to and fro
To rock the Misgrits smigin
To prove to all once and for all
He really packed a big’in
As Tutut said in a voice well bred
Myfor gurunt doopopin
Smurky rurky loop toot
Shumin poploop dun koffin
Now my Misgrits not half as good
As my Lobsob, so translation it aint’ easy
but by and large she did impart
his Wongdong made her queesy
All in all a reet to do
Aboard this merry flight
A virtual musbink of ding vung
A transport of shipshite
never make someone your priority when to them you are only an option