... & she's a poet you know !



::

She looked down at his throbbing **** and said :

I THINK I SHALL WRITE A POEM ABOUT A GREAT OAK TREE
RISING UP UPON THE HILL !

//

He got up angrily  

Grabbed her
Threw her onto the floor
And ****** her good

NOW WHAT ARE YOU GONNA WRITE ABOUT ?

He snarled

//

She smiled serenely and replied :

I THINK I'LL WRITE A POEM

ABOUT BILL CLINTON'S CIGAR