Diner, Spare That Pie! (w. apologies to George Pope Morris)

O diner spare that pie
Scoff not a single crumb
For I’d much rather keep it by
To smear o’er Dolly’s bum
‘Twas Sammy Jane’s tits
That dipped in syrup pots
There, diner, let it sit
Thy spoon shall touch it not
That creamy, tempting pie
Whose sloppiness and taste
Should be spread over me
Not eaten – what a waste!
Diner, forbear thy stroke!
Eat not our luscious gunge
It’s really not a joke
To have it for your lunch
When but an idle boy
I sought my bedclothes shade
To wank o’er copies of Splosh!
Where our messy sisters played
Cream pie! Be gunge, not nosh
And diner, leave this spot!
While I’ve an urge to splosh
Thy spoon shall touch it not!
Scoff not a single crumb
For I’d much rather keep it by
To smear o’er Dolly’s bum
‘Twas Sammy Jane’s tits
That dipped in syrup pots
There, diner, let it sit
Thy spoon shall touch it not
That creamy, tempting pie
Whose sloppiness and taste
Should be spread over me
Not eaten – what a waste!
Diner, forbear thy stroke!
Eat not our luscious gunge
It’s really not a joke
To have it for your lunch
When but an idle boy
I sought my bedclothes shade
To wank o’er copies of Splosh!
Where our messy sisters played
Cream pie! Be gunge, not nosh
And diner, leave this spot!
While I’ve an urge to splosh
Thy spoon shall touch it not!