It's colder than a penguin's bollocks

Your heart is colder than a penguins bollocks.

so cold your  blood's  on the rocks

but with fun and frolic

you soon grow warm.

A touch of your palm.


Your touch is warmer than a camels buttocks.

Hotter than the blood of a cock

or a hen's freshly laid egg

or an undone bed.

But when your cold it kill's

and freezes over,makes one shiver;

but your kiss;

Oh your kiss of life!

Breathes warmth into the dead.



The End

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