rhyminglord rise

but get to grips with "nobbichocs"
it,s "nobbichoc,s" dont,s and it,s "nobbichoc,s" do,s
a drop draws applause it,s all hand,s to the paws
you stay you obey and it,s yours if you choose
and the fido fornico canine showand a treat for her hooray of henly
like a snitch witch overfamiliar being but was she a smidge bit too friendly
but it,s "nobbichoc,s" rocks as the "laughing gnome" mocks good boy fetch now sit down beg
as we might yet try for an all uppr thigh like a bang to accused on his one sorry leg
but he,s so got the look would that bring her to bookor would they end up at the ritz
is a friend just a spend is a hairpin a bend ....at the deviation gothowitz
but he,s just too nice for his very own good
don,t rise to the wise of the mocky few
don,t cringe to the whinge of the sure thing type minge
when it,s "nobbychockywhockywoo"


	but get to grips with "nobbichocs" it,s "nobbichoc,s" dont,s and it,s "nobbichoc,s" do,s a drop draws applause it,s all hand,s to the paws you stay you obey and it,s yours if you choose and the fido fornico canine showand a treat for her hooray of henly like a snitch witch overfamiliar being but was she a smidge bit too friendly but it,s "nobbichoc,s" rocks as the "laughing gnome" mocks good boy fetch now sit down beg as we might yet try for an all uppr thigh like a bang to accused on his one sorry leg but he,s so got the look would that bring her to bookor would they end up at the ritz is a friend just a spend is a hairpin a bend ....at the deviation gothowitz but he,s just too nice for his very own good don,t rise to the wise of the mocky few don,t cringe to the whinge of the sure thing type minge when it,s "nobbychockywhockywoo"

	but "christine lent me" so "her pencil" "library the other day" never seen . . . but in a dream a dress "a see through negligee" who,s the mother . . . blues the colour . . . essay on it,s althusser how he did he flipped a lid it,s all there on page thirty four but is it true it,s "rathole two" a bloke a joke but who,s the chump in some way,s like nevin plays . . . but "all in all it,s just a dump" but it,s s strife this is your life careful so that axe eugene hippies lib i tell a fib it,s there in book one page sixteen freud he slips on greasy chips down there in that neon light it,s a ride on the poseidon tell me whats the film tonight diddly dave it theres no gravepit some say theres no if.s no buts theres no queer in insincere and she sure had a lot of guts

	but he,s got "a durex on his head" he play,s for chelsea john bumstead the dread to shed it came to head . . . . kissy kissy you or me the game delays the tannoy play,s . . it,s heads toulouse it,s tails to flee but all in hand in sunderland it,s play at home or play away neander cave she was his fave we all know how she made his day gunny bunny . . . but a honey . . . greedy speedy down the line it,s said the song remains the same . . but hanging on for extra time but then we call out . . . wheres your father wheres your father referee we know he tried it,s not offside the centre bach he,s no 3 cause some might say that blues the colour . . . some might ask if blues the game and are we really all together . . . . winning really is the aim cause franky goes we ask who knows . . . . hobbitsies they live in dread a bulldog beagle looked like smeagol with a blow up "durex on his head"