What wouldn't the Chinese do to spy on our Barb!In the skies high above Minnesota
There floated a large Chinese floater.
When Barb it espied,
Bathing naked, she cried:
“Bloody perverts! I’ll cut off your scrota!”
Don’t they know, her tight-little is OURS to perve over!What wouldn't the Chinese do to spy on our Barb!
If seeking a beautiful sight,Don’t they know, her tight-little is OURS to perve over!
That Chinese balloon created a stir,It’s often been said o’er in Beijing
To view my ass is a special thing
So they sent a balloon
Not a moment too soon
In hopes of a salacious sighting
You’ll look so delightfully fetching,‘Twas the day after Valentine’s Day,
When I texted Barbaria to say:
“Oh won’t you be mine,
My sweet Valentine,
And locked in my dungeon you’ll stay.”
To be more poetic, I would have ended with: ...without bubbling!You’ll look so delightfully fetching,
On my rack while your back I am stretching,
And later, dear heart,
You can suck my male part,
For as long as you can without retching.
With Barb bound and gagged in my cellar,
So that`s where Barb`s to be found,With Barb bound and gagged in my cellar,
It gives me great pleasure to tell ‘er,
That her only escape
From torture and rape,
Is when I grow weary and sell ‘er