Me in a Fog, She Even Took the Dog
He slept where he shouldn’t have slept
The old man slept
where he shouldn’t have slept
because someone else was sleeping
with whom he wanted to sleep.
He tossed and turned,
she moaned and groaned,
then he ran and scrammed
the husband was home,
but he wasn’t alone,
two friends for drinks
well, well, that certainly stinks,
so he snuck and creeped
must be still, he couldn’t weep,
but oh I must do a ghostly creep
and the slippery roof was so steep.
He ran back fast to his place
his wife smiling in nothing but lace
but who was that huge guy…
oh, the size of those thighs,
he stopped too long, had to stare
big, big man so naked and bare?
He peeked through the window,
the lonely life of a male bimbo,
nothing moving, all dark
the dog smiling, not even a bark
tap, tap he rapped on the cold glass
just the faint glow of a white hairy ass.
