After Midnight, by Mike McBride

A song

CHORUS      After midnight,

The stars seem much brighter

The streets are all quiet,

There are no more queues

After midnight,

My Helga holds me tighter

My big buxom baby,

My beautiful muse

There’s a song by Abba

In the light of the moon

Not ‘Abracadabra’

I remember the tune

Gi’me, Gi’me, Gi’me

A girl after midnight

As long as she’s cuddly

And wants to stay tight

Some blokes never learn

Always go for size zero

But Fortune’s wheel can turn

Now Helga’s my hero

CHORUS

With her ample tum

She waits under the cover

She’s so much fun

With so much to discover

Her two pert nipples

Poking straight out

My Bavarian barmaid

My erotisch umlaut

I’m vaiting, for bumsen

Come unter zer blanket

Give me your wṻrstchen 

Unt, darling, I’ll vank it

CHORUS

And don’t be put off

By her gentle demeanour

She shoots with a froth

Like an aerosol cleaner

We have more mirth and laughter

Than a roomful of Turks

My Octoberfest lager

My Neujahr fireworks

She’s my perky peach melba

She’s my porn, my top-shelf

Cause when I’m with Helga

I can be … myself!  

CHORUS

M R McBride

Summer 2019