My dear old friend, Pervy Poofy Pete, asked me to post this saucy poem
here shortly before he passed on to a gayer and camper place up above.
I hope "The Gay Beach" will give you as much pleasure as it gave him.
Let me tell you about a gay beach I know:
It's very close to Brighton and I've been there lots;
And I've had so many boys and men down there
And I've seen their lovely naked bots.
Telscombe Cliffs is what the beach is called
And you go down the path past the sewage works
Over a breakwater or two and then you'll find
A place where naughty gay little me often lurks.
You'll recognise me by my hairy chest and balls
And also I'm always playing with my member;
If you kneel down on the sands in front of me
I'll give you (or anyone) a mouthful to remember.
I really can't get enough of that gay and lovely beach:
I've been going there for years and years and years;
But in the winter it's such a sad pathetic place
Haunted by faggy cries of "fuck and suck me, someone please."
Adding your comment:
or even gay pride at manchester ha ha ha pop into the gay bar in canal st where someone has erased the letter c from the name of the street sign ha ha ha (how fitting to name it anal street 
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