French Kissing.
I don't like French kissing,
it isn't that I'm frigid
but kissing with the tongue
is best left to the young.
Us old'ns all have tartar
it sticks around our teeth
Oh there is no mystique
you'll see it when we speak!
I don't like French kissing,
although on reminiscing
there was a time I snogged
a dreadful boy called Rog'
Another thing I note
is that it clogs the throat
of course I'm only guessing
I don't indulge in necking.
Now some girls like to peck
and others like to pucker
but me I rather death
than have to kiss my lover.
There's so much more to do
than kiss, explore and chew
unless of course I'm drunk
and meet some gorgeous hunk
There's one more thing to say
while out at work, one day
I had to save a swimmer
from drowning in the river.
I clasped his nose tight shut
and breathed into his mouth
He regained all his colour
as his false teeth fell out!
poem by Ruth Walters
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