The Story of Lazy Daisy & Her Amazing Titties

 
Daisy's titties taste of moonbeams      
how they glisten in the rain      
and though she likes them fondled      
there are times it seems a strain      
     
But when she's had a tipple      
and her eyes begin to roll      
she lets me stroke a nipple      
to keep away the cold      
     
'Tis smooth and soft and silky      
like creme upon the tongue      
and if I suck it long enough      
the milk begins to run      
     
Now one night I was mystified      
the flow was not forthcoming      
I could feel some sort of clot      
and her eyeballs started running      
     
She swooned into a dream      
with her lashes all a flutter      
and then she fell quite dumb      
not a word would Daisy utter      
     
I screamed:"What have I done?      
The drink has caused our ruin!"      
but she piped up:"Don't be daft      
I know what I've been doing...      
     
I was j-j-j ogging in the g-g-g ym      
to exercise my s-s-s stutter      
and I must have got 'em c-c-c clogged      
with half a p-p-pound of b-b-b utter.      
     
The solution is quite simple      
but last time I f-f-forgot      
to wrap my t-t-titties round my neck      
and tie a double knot."      
     
And now our nights are near perfection      
Daisy's stutter's doing fine      
it's just a shame that she can't churn      
all that butter into wine