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Shit to Make us Frown
Shit to Make us Frown Shit to Make us Frown Feeling as funny as a legged duck great for eating but can't fly worth a fuck all landing gear no wings those feathered things which when flapped wildly cannot be only mildly lift a duck into the air fly high above our hair sometimes sending down shit to make us frown I am feeling funny as a neutered on rut the mind knows what it wants but there is no translation of the desire into the physical the equipment does not work right no matter how tries with all its might to consummate the attempt but no matter how is bent the bits to allow the act have been removed it is a fact instead in a jar on the vet's shelf sit those sexual prizes of dog's self I am feeling funny as a Romeo on a sex site where there is less action than<b> damp </font></b>fuses and dynamite a squib providing no bang of this waiting do not give a damn want the warmth of kiss the tsunami wave of bliss to overpower and drag me out deep into the passionate sea to make of Romeo Casanova if could only get my leg over be no uncomplicated joy or devious cold-hearted ploy would be the point at which you would strike my caring switch and I as pumpkin at midnight turn from plain stick to boomerang as boomerangs always return. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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this is a frowning poem and only in the last unfunny as does it reach out to the base of those who might pause and read and if you do find time to read feel free, indeed I insist leave a comment as a reading guest of what you thought of humour twinned with rhyme or if this poem be against civilization an almighty most dastardly crime... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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