TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Appreciating Romantic Friends"

I don’t need a teeny weeny in my bun You know that a tube steaks more fun I could use a chunk of bacon To stop my daily achin But I don’t need a teeny weeny in my bun I don’t need a teeny weeny in my bun You know your not feeding a nun When they’re hot they often shrivel And get lost when squeezed or swiveled I don’t need a teeny weeny in my bun I don’t need a teeny weeny in my bun In my grill they’re the first ones that’s done It seems they never swell And often turn to jell I don’t need a teeny weeny in my bun I don’t need a teeny weeny in my bun If you have nothing bigger then run Now I know I seem atrocious And my passion is ferocious But I don’t need a teeny weeny in my bun Now I’ll accept a beefsteak A sausage or even two Friends are coming over To my cook out for food and brew I really want to please them And make their day a lot of fun So go back to the butcher I need more than teeny weenies in my buns