Beauty and the Beast

Tale as old as times
True as it can be
You’re in your room alone, then you tap a bone, unexpectately
Just a little twitch, small to say the least
Although it isn’t planned, you find you’re favourite hand
Wrestling with the beast
Her crotch is all this time
Dry as it can be
You can win a bet, the only time it’s wet, is when she takes a pee
Smells just like a carp, recently deceased
I should’ve stayed at home, and rabbit punched my bone
Wrestling with the beast