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The Serviceman

How cushy it must be to live in a cocoon
Where merely your presence causes a swoon
More than you think have had a taboo date
With the Ron Jeremy of the railway estate

You have your arm around every young woman within seconds
Then a grope of your posterior beckons
I wonder if your wife and children know
About this private factory thunderball show

I feel quite tempted to spill the beans
To pull the trigger of detection
Like a grenade amongst the panicking ranks
Of your ring of thatched protection.

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