|"THE PRURIENT POET" (standard:humor, 66 words)|
|Author: denis holzhauser||Added: Oct 07 2001||Views/Reads: 2038/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A DIRTY LITTLE POEM|
I MUST BE GETTING IN WAY TOO DEEP I'M MASTURBATING UNTIL MY HAND GOES ASLEEP I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO TAKE IT AS A SLIGHT BUT THE DAMNED OLD HAND GOES OUT LIKE A LIGHT THE OTHER NIGHT I DIDN'T SAY A THING WHEN MY HAND ASKED ME FOR AN ENGAGEMENT RING I TOLD MY HAND,"I'M JUST NOT READY" SO WE DECIDED TO JUST GO STEADY Tweet
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