Romping Richard Head

Hi it’s nearly Christmas at time for levity and jollity laughter and frivolity  so here you are then:

Richard Head a working lad,
Got a job for which he’s glad
Cleaning windows to earn a pound,
He’d several girlfriends on his round.

One day whilst cleaning up on high,
A gorgeous housewife he did spy,
Reclining in a sexy pose,
She wasn’t wearing any clothes,

In her window he did climb,
Then they both had a torrid time,
And whilst with pleasure she did weep,
Richard simply went to sleep,

With a nasty start our lad awoke ,
For standing there was one huge bloke,
You been a-bonking of my wife?
Your numbers up I’ll take your life.

Richard though the window flew,
Not wanting killed just for a screw,
And now the tale gets a little sadder,
This bastard had removed his ladder!

Clutching his nuts and screaming loud,
His antics attracted a local crowd,
In desperation he grabbed a frond,
Then swung into the garden pond,

To the crowd’s applause he ran away,
And to his god began to pray,
For heavy footsteps followed him,
The situation looking grim!

Into a convent he did run,
Pleading with a fit young nun,
Oh sister of mercy I need help,
She grabbed him with excited yelp,

She pulled the pondweed from his crotch,
With lingering hand and gentle touch,
Then she took him in his balls to rinse,
Poor lad, we haven’t seen him since!