The Craicling Was Good
The last thing I expected when I was dead
Was a Bullingdon penis shoved into my head
But that’s exactly what happened in my case
When Cameron smacked his cock in my face.
When I was alive and well I was hardly a prude
In fact between the sheets I could be very rude
But as with all others of my kind I drew the line
And only had sexual relations with other swine.
The word in the pigsty is that Tories are depraved
They will give anything a go if it’s tight and shaved,
Anything that had a pulse and that they could killIs fair game for sexual pleasure and a bit of a thrill.