A NAUGHTY LITTLE POEM I'm sure you can imagine As plain as can be The place is Piccadilly The players He and She She whispered "Will it hurt me?" "Of course not," answered he "It's a very simple process, You can rely on me." She said "I'm frightened, I've not had this before. My friend has had it five times And said it can be sore." Then finally contended Lay back and relax a bit Quickly and readily he bent over her And then he started it. It was growing rather painful Tears formed in her eyes It was hurting quite a bit now It must have been quite a size. "Calm yourself," he whispered His face was filled with a grin "Try and open a bit wider So I can get it in." "It's coming now," he whispered "I know," she cried in bliss Feeling it deep within her now She said "I am glad I'm having this." And with a final effort She gave a frightened shout He gripped it in anguish And quickly pulled it out. She lay back quite contented Sighed and gave a smile She said "I'm glad I came now You made it worth my while." Now if you read this carefully The dentist you will find Is not what you imagined It's just your dirty mind!