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Wooden Clubbing
Today I saw a wood shaving
With a cut throat chain saw
Then I saw him splash with
Pine aftershave all over
Sporting an archers bow tie
And a green moss tuxedo
He was definitely ready
For a night on the town
He smoked some grass
And ate some magic mushrooms
Just to put him in the mood
Cherry, his girlfriend, arrived
Dressed to the nines
A 1920’s style flapper dress
Made from overlapping ferns
So very revealing and sexy
He looked her up and down
Cherry he said, I’ve got wood
She blushed cherry red
Lets go I want to party
Like the teddy bears picnic
Later I’ll go down to the wood
Now he blushed cherry red
Ok let’s go clubbing
But where are we going to
Well there’s the Saw and Plane
But that’s a bit of a rough place
There’s the Sharp Chisel
I got cut up the last time
And there is also the Woodpecker
But that place gives him
And me a sore, sore head
I fancy the Branch and Twig
I like their beetle cocktails
Or there’s the Spiders Web
Too many bar flies though
I don’t know where to go
I am absolutely stumped
Why don’t we just stay in
And make little acorns
Their branches embrace
I’ll leave the ending to
Your imagination
With a cut throat chain saw
Then I saw him splash with
Pine aftershave all over
Sporting an archers bow tie
And a green moss tuxedo
He was definitely ready
For a night on the town
He smoked some grass
And ate some magic mushrooms
Just to put him in the mood
Cherry, his girlfriend, arrived
Dressed to the nines
A 1920’s style flapper dress
Made from overlapping ferns
So very revealing and sexy
He looked her up and down
Cherry he said, I’ve got wood
She blushed cherry red
Lets go I want to party
Like the teddy bears picnic
Later I’ll go down to the wood
Now he blushed cherry red
Ok let’s go clubbing
But where are we going to
Well there’s the Saw and Plane
But that’s a bit of a rough place
There’s the Sharp Chisel
I got cut up the last time
And there is also the Woodpecker
But that place gives him
And me a sore, sore head
I fancy the Branch and Twig
I like their beetle cocktails
Or there’s the Spiders Web
Too many bar flies though
I don’t know where to go
I am absolutely stumped
Why don’t we just stay in
And make little acorns
Their branches embrace
I’ll leave the ending to
Your imagination
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