Manhandle Me, Manley

He prowls the corridors of both floors
With a quizzical eyebrow deftly damns me
While lustrous hussies through their doors
Invite him gladly, this charming Manley
Besse quakes beneath his hands
As she candidly whispers, "Manhandle me, Manley!"

What I but a spectre, a festering ghoul
Who watches him mould them with artist's thumbs
To this sensuous god I'm a lumbering fool
Mary now shudders to his mighty drums
"I'm gyrating wildly
Oscillating madly
Mandhandle me Manley, my man!"

His mantle of fringe sets their hearts ablaze
His slightly browned lips make their eyelashes skirl
His rhapsodic murmers ensnare every gaze
They say that his touch is too much for a girl!
Sian is merry as whisky or brandy
As softly she sings, "Manhandle me, Manley."

The cries of delight linger long in the halls
"Oh brand me, you randy devil!"
Helen is shaking the Waveney walls
As they roll and they writhe and they revel
Of the clamouring clan
Only steadfast Lianne cries,
"Unhand me, you bandy charlatan!"