Poet 11586

Disastrous honeymoon fell off the bed

Dressed like Mrs Potts with a dozen robes red
No passion felt in a stuffy old bed
Begging your pardon
But have you got condoms instead
Ya know the old saying
No glove
No love
Maybe we can put this off
Cause I can see it's been years since you used your penis
I'm in no hurry
To fall off the bed
I'll be next door
Gunite Jed?
Ted?
Ned?
Oh
Dave
Don't worry
I'll try and remember