Wimbledon

The ball hits the ground with a delicate thud
Tennis balls
Grass
It must be
Yes you guessed it
Strawberries and cream lashed over the stately blondes nipples
Wim get your kecks off ble bloody hell shes a bit of awright, don
No longer about that poofy gaem of tennis
Balls please
Yes balls please, up my arse, in my mouth, round my rim
Love it all, 
The umpires, what a job, all that tit, fanny, cock and arse on display
Thiers for the asking
Thiers for the taking
More anyone,
Yes bloody please.

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