Timorous Beastie

There’s no much timorous about ye my friend
Scrotal ye are, and swelling
I saw ye eyein me, like ye’d have me fae dinner
Which is disconcertin, cause I bought ye fae mine

Timorous you’re not when that bladder of ewe is pulsing like that
And rubbing up against me all hot
Slippery bugger ain’t ye
And I didn’t say ye could go there
But oh, those juices flowing from your pores
Pungent and reekin’, fair lube me up they do

Fae a dead sheep, ye can sure show a lad a guid time

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