mc5 - A Sticky End

In days of old, when nights were cold and gentlemen drank whisky

Some tales were told of tinctures sold to make a fellow frisky

The ladies set to tinkering with what went in the mix

They wanted to surprise their men (really just for kicks)

Now, one such brew, called "How d'Ye Do", was prized above all others

For making weak men unafraid but ruining their mothers

The brew was noxious, green, and burly

CdM

and surely quite undrinkable

Rosie

You might get some at Wetherspoons - elsewhere would be unthinkable

Well, one brave lad named Galahad had never had a gal.

Not a Kathy or a Justine, not a Karen, Clare or Val

"Oh woe is me, I'll never be a proper man!", he'd wail

(Perpetually virginal and literal epic fail)

Pablo

So he rode forth one fatal day, with bottles of this potion

So he rode forth one fatal day, with bottles of this potion