once again, kinda related:

The Judge
Dressed in red the judge he stands,
Big white hair and manicured hands.

A gentle smile a pleasant face,
But underneath it all, he's not full of grace.

By the light of the moon so full
He sneaks around cos his lifes so dull.

At the house of his mistress he does arrive
He's glad to be away from his terrible life.

He lightly knocks on the door
But she's already spread herself out on the floor.

She opens the door and he dives right in
He doesn't care if it's a sin.

His mistress squeals with delight
His talented tongue in an imaginary fight.

Together they move until the end is near,
They scream and shout for all to hear.

But now it's over and he must go
Back to his wife who loves him so.

__________________
quoting intelligent people in your signature does not make you intelligent