You’re so right, I suppose there is one thing they like more than thinking about and talking about tea-bagging:
“pitching” and “catching” them and bouncing them off their heads.
There was a young man from Kenyatta
Who acted a lot like a twatta.
..While engaged in tea baggotry,
..Accused of foul faggotry
(He batted his eyes while stroking his thighs
and said:
It’s a very sad life, but have you seen my wife?)
I can’t help it, I like boys a lotta.
(OK it’s weak, sue me!)
Poetry on the fly?.....Makes sense to me!