All of the ressies At 8 Dudley Street Would turn rosy red When Mary would peak. The building would shake At its ancient foundations And wake all the folks From their evening stagnation. Flo, blushing, would say "That Barry's a pearler," With a smile in her voice, "A salacious toe curler!" "Whatever he's doing, He's doing it right!" She'd wink at her Bob, "And he does it all night!" Bob'd look at his Flo All sheepish and meek, And wonder what spells Baz cast 'tween the sheets.

For when Mary erupted In an ungodly fray, He never quite knew If she felt pleasure or pain. But Flo would assure him Only good times were had, When Baz and Mare snuggled In their marital bed. So on hearing their passions An earnest Bob pondered, His glorious wife And the moments he'd squandered. "If this life is for living, Why not give it a go!? Give that Baz and that Mare A run for their dough!" And with that bold zest And eyes shinin' with strife, Bob threw over his shoulder His wee giggling wife.