The Appallingly Disgusting Tale of Gothic Nate's Mate's Weights!

Gothic Nate was on the throne,
When he heard his mobile phone,
‘Hi there, this is Gothic Kate’
‘Fancy going on a date?’
Gothic Nate's so thrilled by this,
He's never even had a kiss.
He knows he's got to keep his cool
‘Surely Kate, do you play pool?’

So Gothic Nate and Gothic Kate,
Meet up for a Gothic date.
Kate thought that her heart would melt,
When she saw his leather belt,
His Skull ring and his Matrix jacket.
The metal codpiece on his packet!
But most of all his boots of plastic,
‘Wow, Nate,’ she says, ‘They look fantastic!’

‘They're so cool,’ says Kate, quite wowed,
‘Yeah. they're new’ says Nate, so proud,
‘They're like the ones l had before,
Except that these cost even more.’
With four foot heels he looks so tall
He must be careful not to fall!
But Gothic Nate is very merry,
He thinks he's going to pop his cherry!

‘No more pool,’ says Kate, ‘Let's go,’
‘My flatmates are all at a show,’
‘They won't be back till half past ten,
And so my place is free till then.’
‘Perhaps we should go back there now,’
She says as Nathan mops his brow.
‘Come on,’ says Nathan, somewhat flustered,
His leather trolleys hot as mustard!

Continued: Part 2