*puts monocle in good eye* 🧐
Good evening chronic MSdebators, hope this post finds you all in fine thigh slapping fettle, and merry ment.
As day broke over Yorkshire and the larks were singing, one was feeling somewhat inspired what what mmmnyesssss much!!! So out came my implement (quill) of writing ✍️
Enjoy a little poem on me and if your offended by strong language f*** off now quickly because if your not already you will be 😂
Ey up, Mr consultant, what did you say, what’s up wi me?
And what the fecks this white shite, on me MRI I can see?
There’s scars a plenty, There all owert bloody shop
Shit the bed twice, I’m not surprised that me legs have gone flop.
He said mr dubsy, it’s MS thee can see, pointed at me back
I said good sir, no offence but MS can kiss me arse crack, speaking of which me bomb doors are a bit slack.
To you MS your a bloody nob, your not beating me I’m still a bloody handsome, heart throb.
My incredibly naughty conjoined c*** of a twin,
Suck a bloody phat one & eat shit, Its me going to win.