Here it is - the sequel to Bionic Fred.... Now this is the story of Fred's girlfriend, Kelly. Punk rocker, pink hair, six foot nine, fat and smelly. But these delicate features all passed Fred straight by, It was another, less subtle, that soon caught his eye. The problem, you see, was the size of her chests. The unfortunate Kelly had uneven breasts. The right one was normal, size 36D. The left one hung down, to way past her knee. But Fred did not ming; there was a glint in his eye. As the unbalanced Kelly lurched carefully by. He walked up beside her, and looking so cool, Said "I'm Fred, good in bed, care to sample my tool?" "My name is Kelly," she said, with a smile, Resting her boob on the ground for a while. She knocked out her pipe on the side of his conk, Said "Let's go to my place, we'll have a quick bonk." They got on the bed and Fred undressed her quick, And turned up the power on his electronic dick. Then grabbing a handful of mammory gland, Wrapped it twice round his neck like a huge rubber band. Kelly meanwhile had nothing to hold. Then she spied Freddy's whopper gleaming purple and gold. With one hand she pushed Freddy flat on his back, Got down on her knees and prepared to attack. But back at the hospital for a quick clean and fix, The nurses had got all the plans in a mix. And the doctor who wired it had made a bad job, So poor Kelly got 10,000 volts through her gob. She gave a sharp cry and jumped back in pain, And her left breast began to stretch from the strain. The whiplash pulled Fred from the bed to a chair, And his face went all purple as he struggled for air. As poor Fred did writhe with a gurgling sound, Kelly was rather too quick to turn round. And as he was plucked, with great force, from the chair, He grabbed hold of Kelly by her pink spikey hair. On landing, entangled, in a heap on the floor, Fred unwrapped himself fast, and made for the door. Straight down the stairs, out into the street, With his puffed face bright red and his pants round his feet. Yelled "Make no mistake," his voice full of mourning, "That bosom should carry a public health warning!" "From now on I'll stick to my first rule of thumb," "Any more than a handful, and you risk a sprained tongue!"