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John Trainor

Maspalomas Pride 2015

I couldn't find anything to rhyme with Sparkles! (Some of these statements may not be true) but finally managed to get do do into a poem however irreverent!

I don’t do drugs,

I don’t do sex.

I don’t like hugs,

I don’t like pecs.

I don’t do dunes or nudey beach.

I don’t do jäger bombs they make me retch.

I don’t do Brits or Dutch or Spanish.

I like my men to be, well mannish!

I don’t do queens,

I don’t do screams.

I don’t do anything to the extremes.

I don’t do cock,

I don’t do jock.

I don’t do anything that’s in a frock.

I don’t do oral,

I don’t do anal.

I don’t drink tea!

I find it quite banal!

I don’t eat meat,

I don’t eat veg.

I find this uniqueness gives me the edge.

I don’t do cake,

I don’t do pie.

I didn’t shit myself its all a lie!

I don’t do fizz,

I don’t do wine.

I definitely don’t do Shirley Valentine!

But with Rich, Matt Mike and Rob and Scott,

What I definitely do do,

Is laugh a lot!

(2015)

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