Tonyav implores me
As he's finding it depressing
to write about his life
without mentioning cross dressing
Thoughts of wigs and padding
He's finding quite a drag
And he can't keep his spanners neat
In a Hermes bag
When he bend over a bonnet
His suspender belt digs in
So he has to go for hold ups
While he's mechanic ing
His mates laugh at his overalls
They find the lace looks funny
But he mends cars in Hurst Street
so he makes loads of money
His garage is immaculate
With curtains and silk flowers
A workbench with a mirror
He can clean up after hours
A wardrobe for his play clothes
When he goes out at night
A makeup bag and hairspray
So tony you are right
You wanted it to be
With cars you would be messing
I found a way you could do that
And carry on cross Dressing
BLOODY HELL, now I'm a cross dressing mechanic ( in bloody Hurst St. of all places ) I would have much preferred Corporation St, much better class of customer with those posh shops Rackhams Lewis's ext and Oasis just off. By the way I'm sure I will think of something to get some revenge on you bloody lot for continually extracting the urine from yours truly.
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BLOODY HELL, now I'm a cross dressing mechanic ( in bloody Hurst St. of all places ) I would have much preferred Corporation St, much better class of customer with those posh shops Rackhams Lewis's ext and Oasis just off. By the way I'm sure I will think of something to get some revenge on you bloody lot for continually extracting the urine from yours truly.
By the way rowan it's very good but I'm sure DT and dave would appreciate a poem from you dedicated to them and their peccadillo's lol.