Brian Wood Hankins, a lover of men,
He touches his toes, now and again
He opens his cheeks, for Bailey so wide,
In slides his crank, probes Healey's insides
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Pays men on the side, to ram his bunghole,
When they are done, he slobbers their pole
Come out of that closet, said Bailey & Pat,
Into his pants, Wood Healey just shat
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He hangs by the pool, in Em's underwear,
A very gay pose, all hiked up his rear
A very small peen, a 'Dugdale like' hog,
He runs 'round the yard, trying to ass-rape his dog
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Wood Healey Hank, his Pringle-tube frame,
Torn pec and arm, physiques very lame
Got legs like a stick, a joke of a man,
At least he has Bailey, just plowing his can..
