Jonathan Blowzlittldogz

Jonathan Blowzlittldogz was taking a walk to the dock when he saw a frog.
The frog jumped left, the frog jumped right, the frog jumped high with much delight.
The man in a hat, he chased the frog, but then he tripped upon a log.
The man spilt change and coins went flying.
A curvy woman bent for a quarter lying gently in a crack
With stilletto heels, a teeny g-string, a mini skirt and flimsy top,
While bending over, she showed a lot.
Little Gary resisted not and took a peek at said exposed tw@t.
Poor Gary's girl pal Sally slapped the little punk and ran
Into the tall man getting a tan.
He jumped and cried then copped a feel.
(Oh my GOD!!! Are you for real?)
Yes, the tanning bastard copped a feel,
Sally let out a little yelp, then screamed and shouted
HELP HELP HELP!!!
Gary came to save the day, followed fast by Harry Gay.
Gary Punched that tanning man as Harry held poor Sally's hand.
Jonathan Blowzlittldogz breathed a sigh.
He thought that with his name he'd die.
But as he looked around the dock.
He thought again and this time, thought not.
For fucked up things are all around.
Even at the docks they can be found.
A frog escaped a French chef's pot.
The chef tripped up and lost a lot.
A woman showed off her tastey flower.
Gary peeked and Sally soured.
The tanning man got what he deserved.
And Harry Gay...well, he's just fine.

(And the moral of today's story? Eat your veggies.)