Zip, Zap, Slap
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That oops-ish, Oh My Gosh-ish feeling comes
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Sometimes, yes even to an amphipod
It seems. The feeling that your hand is thumbs
Down, freeze-dried, like a nun without a God
When niece is getting married, or a priest
Because an altar boy has told his dad.
The bishop will be wondering, at the least,
Why you did not include him. He’ll be mad.
That time the teacher tried to grope your crotch
And worst of all you knew you wanted it,
Is when it all moved up a painful notch
Coz he was caught with fingers on your tit
Behind the door when Miss McTweedy swung
It open and discovered he was HUNG.