O morning poo you come like clockwork,
and stretch my ring like well-hung cock-work,
now like a student of fine arts,
I can only do soft hissing farts.
clockwork
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O morning poo you come like clockwork,
and stretch my ring like well-hung cock-work,
now like a student of fine arts,
I can only do soft hissing farts.