Bob is Dying

6. BOB IS DYING

Her buddy Bob is dying,

it makes her oh so sad.

Bob has always been there,

best friend she's ever had.

Bob was always ready,

to put a smile upon her face.

Bob would always help her,

finish up the race.

Bob would always come around,

when no-one else was there.

Bob belonged completely to her,

she wasn't the type to share.

Bob would come around anytime,

he didn't care if it was wet.

Did Bob get a workout regularly?

I'd say that'd be a safe bet.

Bob was never one to complain,

as he buzzed about his work.

And whenever he'd finish his workout,

she'd always shiver and jerk.

Bob would make her giggle and sigh,

he'd always make her gush.

But if you asked her questions 'bout Bob,

it would always make her blush.

Bob never left her wanting for more,

she was always satisfied.

Whenever Bob had finished his work,

she always stretched out and sighed.

Bob would never let her down,

he'd always help her cum.

Bob was always right at hand,

whenever she needed some.

It's too bad Bob is dying,

she'll have to jump out of bed.

And install a new set of batteries,

she used Bob so much these are dead.

Her "B"attery "O"perated "B"oyfriend,

fills in when I'm not there.

She rubs him on her smoldering clit,

with his buzzing sounds filling the air.