Naughty Poem

Poem By Terry Donovan

I went into the chemists,
I was young and very shy.
He asked me what I wanted;
Couldn't look him in the eye.

I beckoned him much closer
So that no-one else could hear,
And, shuffling feet and awkward,
I whispered in his ear.

Well, the answer that he gave me
It shook me to the roots
And I thought I'd heard it all because
He said, 'I think you should try Boots'.

Comments about Naughty Poem

So glad you're back and in form, Terry. You've been sadly missed.

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