Punjabi Wedding

Horny little Punjabi bitch,
With your drooling lard and private itch,
Spread your honey and cream your cake,
Young Mr. Kapoor is on the make.

Mamma’s poochie woochie golden boy,
Don’t feel shy, don’t be coy,
Mamma got you a blushing bride,
Virginity oozing from her insides.

Drape this lovely lace of lies,
Across the truth between your thighs,
Now practice your sweet bedroom sighs,
Complete the perfect honeymoon disguise.

Convent passions heave and creak,
On satin sheets and beds that don’t squeak,
Give her the short and simple Punjabi bang,
Mamma’s pretty baby is a healthy young man.

Your son’s got the claps in his head,
Your daughter’s getting laid on her uncle’s bed,
Your flesh is loose and your panties are too tight,
Your husband won’t be home for dinner tonight

New Delhi.