Mama told her “Child, learn the fandango.”
“Maybe,” she replied. “Where’s the mango?”
“Your mouth,” said her her mum,
“Or your pussy or bum,
Anywhere that he wants to, or can go!”
Tag: mango
Juice
Her dress clinging, sweat-soaked in the heat,
As she sways and gyrates to the beat,
Sultry queen of the tango,
Cunt sweet as a mango,
To fuck, or just smell, or to eat!
Rio de Janeiro nights
Down in Rio, it’s whispered that Django,
Dance master and king of the tango,
Though well-hung, it’s said,
When he takes girls to bed,
Does strange things with a peeled ripe mango!