traffic warden poem UP THE BUM

UP THE BUM

we all know it, you all know it, the world thinks they know it.

what do they know? will you tell us or do i need night video

evidence filmed on infra red?

two hot blobs dressed as traffic wardens pumping

each other up the bum.

too shy to get caught in daylight, for their secret will be out,

gaylord kings of the night.

when not giving out tickets, it's up the bum! up the bum!

up the bum! up the bum!

i’ve never seen them at it but i’ve had a parking ticket,

if i offered to give it him up the bum, would he cancel it?

but i’m not that way inclined and i’ll never be a traffic warden.

for up the bum is their secret hobby, warm brothers to a man, send the birds

my way but i’ll laugh at the gayboy traffic wardens who take it up the bum!

so when you see one or two together,

spare a thought for their dirty kinky village people

up the bum actions, up the bum!