Think of me
When my trousers are down
Think of me
When I'm wearing a gown
Think of me
When the probe slips inside
Think of me
As I'm trying to hide
Because all I do
Is
I think of you
When my trousers are down
When I'm wearing a gown
When the probe slips inside
When I'm trying to hide
I think of you
Inside your cage
I think of you
Possessed by rage
I think of you
Inside my arse
I think of you
Being rescued
By
The doctor's lubricated glove
But I want you to know
I do RSPCate you
I really do
But the PDSAin I feel
Compels these acts
Despite the onus on my anus
Don't forget to sell your story
Revel in this anal-glory
Front page picture
Of a hamster....
Or gerbil....
It's not that I don't remember your name (or species)
Just a lot on my mind.
Allotment.
Stop now.
