The Butterball and her Husband

I'll tell you a story to put you to sleep.  
There once was a butterball.  
Her name was--  
Hey  what was her name?  
Illsebill

She had a man and his name was Max.
She sat home all the time 
painting her nails with green polish.  
He always went fishing on weekends  
And while Max fished and fished
his butterball wife painted her fingernails green.
Then she'd lie all-alone in her piss pot
wishing this,
that,
and some other guy into her bed.

So one afternoon
while Max was fishing
a flounder bit.
That's a flatfish
His pop-eyes are out of line
with his blubbery mouth.
He happens in a fairy tale
so naturally he could talk
and he sez to Max  
"Set me free and you can make a wish."
So Max took the flounder off the hook.
Threw him back into the sea with a splash
and said "O, flounder.
My Illsebill is a cuddly little wife
all she wants to do is kiss and cuddle.
Fuck and be fucked.
By this one and that one
and that one and this one.
With me she's never satisfied
She always wants to be boned by some guy that's not me.
She thinks my stinkhorn stinks.
What should I do?  O- o- o- what should I do?"

"So what kind of guy does she want to do it with?"
asked the flounder giving him a crooked look from the water  
"Well a fire chief in uniform for instance
said the fisherman looking over the smooth sea.  
"You're a fire chief already
with braid and buttons
said the flounder
and dove under

So Max in uniform climbed into bed  
with his Illsebill and fucked her so hard
that his buttons popped.
And he kept it up until Illsebill had enough
of the fire chief
and her legs went stiff
and she started to fidget and moan.
"O if only I could have a judge in there."

So then Max called the flounder out of the slightly ruffled sea
and the flounder turned Max into a judge
with robes and horn-rimmed glasses.
And when Illsebill was fed up with his stinkhorn
and wanted an extra neurotic anarchist
between the sheets.
The flounder put Max the terrorist into her bed,
stocking mask, ticking bomb, and all.
By that time the sea was making little short-winded waves.
That was a success for an entire week
because Illsebill found this character "terribly interesting"
But when she finally realized
that even anarchists have only two balls she said
"What's so remarkable about him?
(I'd like to know.)
Right in the middle he starts talking
shooting his mouth off about politics.

What I want now
is a stinking rich bank president
Just to tide me over
while I'm shaking off the habit."

So with the wind blowing at gale force five
Max called the flounder,
And the flounder made him a bank president,
And he pulled up in a silver blue Mercedes.
The bank president's hair was graying all over,
even around his cock.

So when Illsebill in her cuddlesome way
had finished off capitalism
She wanted after only a brief interval
to be screwed by a wiry rock star
and she wanted all the video cameras shooting--  
and bright lights.
"Looks to me like your Illsebill will never get her hole full.  
It's always more and more."  

While the cameras hummed
he performed
terrific disrobe-bite-fuck scenes
with fade-ins of similar scenes
from other films.
But when Illsebill had milked him so dry
"he was really comical"
She wanted still more and cried out
"Now I want an orchestra conductor with his baton in there!
Yaw-ho-o-Oh!
Yaw-ho-o-Oh!
Yaw-ho-o-Oh!
Yaw-ho-o-Oh!"

So leaning against the hurricane
Max called the flounder
who heaved a sigh
but turned him one two three
into a top flight maestro
who could conduct anything under the a sun with out a score.
But after three encores
Illsebill had finished him off, too.

"Always interpreters
Never an original creator
Everything second hand.
Now I want old Beethoven to fiddle me– –
front and back!"

"Enough is enough!
Now she's going too far!
Hands off our classics!
From now on and forever more,
like it or not
she'll have to do with her Max
every Saturday after fishing

"Awww! Look at the butterball
She's a-sleep."