Totally NORTY, wicked even, deliciously so!
A Guy Called Bloke has asked for the scoop on the vices of Pimp Imp and his Norty Buddies.
Pimp Imp’s December’s Delightful Dastardly Deeds
“The Vices of New Year’s!”
Again being the Norty Imp that I am, my poem will be on The Vices of New Year’s Eve, not Christmas.
‘Twas the night before New Years’ and all through the club
Every creature was snorting to house tunes by Dub.
Us Imps were hung and hoping to get laid
We’d worked so much overtime for Christmas and had just gotten paid.
The ladies were strung out by the DJ with crinkles
While visions of powder had them offering their kinkles
Me in my leather and Scoobie in his cap
Had just settled down for hot dances on our laps
When out on the floor there…
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