Jun 2015
I cringed in terror in the shelter
As the bombardment blazed above;
There were six of us in there.
And I felt a hand in the darkness
Creeping under the blanket,
Searching for my crotch,
Unzipping me, taking out my terrified ****.
And then your head went down
And I felt your soft lips on me
Drawing out my slimy ***** and I knew
It might be my last ****** on earth.
So thank you for swallowing the whole lot
Especially since I hadn't washed for days.
"Glug! Glug! Glug!" you happily went.
As the bombardment blazed above;
There were six of us in there.
And I felt a hand in the darkness
Creeping under the blanket,
Searching for my crotch,
Unzipping me, taking out my terrified ****.
And then your head went down
And I felt your soft lips on me
Drawing out my slimy ***** and I knew
It might be my last ****** on earth.
So thank you for swallowing the whole lot
Especially since I hadn't washed for days.
"Glug! Glug! Glug!" you happily went.
I hear you askL "Why is this a really bad poem"? Well, going into detail is pointless. It has no rhyme or reason; it's illogical and unrealistic. Its only raison d'etre is the cheap joke at the end. Admittedly the joke is quite funny, but it doesn't excuse the rest of the poem. The best touch, in my humble opinion, is the inclusion of the word "whole" in the 2nd line before the end as that is what makes the joke work. So it's a joke, but not a poem. But you, dear reader, should applaud it out of sympathy.
