Asked I eventually for her name.
And she to me said, Miss Summer ***
And thine? required the the fair dame.
I'm Sexton. Yes,
The Sixth Sexton Durex.
Told I her as she's frolickin' 'bout me free.
Although looketh she supernaturally gay,
On that beach, in her birthday suit;
But seein' we two were in pursuit
Of Sainthood could we not Hollywood play--
Except 'gainst temptation to pray,
From which a man should rather flee!
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 10:57 AM UTC
Asked I eventually for her name.
And she to me said, Miss Summer ***
And thine? required the the fair dame.
I'm Sexton. Yes,
The Sixth Sexton Durex.
Told I her as she's frolickin' 'bout me free.
Although looketh she supernaturally gay,
On that beach, in her birthday suit;
But seein' we two were in pursuit
Of Sainthood could we not Hollywood play--
Except 'gainst temptation to pray,
From which a man should rather flee!
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