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O, to be in dear Petronella Now that Spring is here! But alas, poor lass, she is no more, Bereft of life, dead and gone, Breathing through the grass, O woe, O woe are we, The fat slag's snuffed it. No more will I and my friends Ardent admirers all (by the rancid cartload), Feel her horrid toothless gums Slurp their lascivious path of glory Across our bloated obesities, ******* and slobbering, Muttering sweetest nothings Through mangled, matted pubics. No more shall we feel her body Groaning under every butch ****** Uttering imprecations of desire. However one consolation is ours: We who remain behind on earth Can have undisputed use of the giant ******** And will no longer need to cleanse it Following Petronella's awful misuse thereof. These horrid thoughts came to me As in a terrible, foetid nightmare; And I dreamed I saw Petronella's grave Bedecked with flowers and phlegm; And the holy angels sang overhead, "It's an ill wind that blows Out of the back passage Once it's been ****** good and hard".
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Ode to My Dead Mistress
O, to be in dear Petronella Now that Spring is here! But alas, poor lass, she is no more, Bereft of life, dead and gone, Breathing through the grass, O woe, O woe are we, The fat slag's snuffed it. No more will I and my friends Ardent admirers all (by the rancid cartload), Feel her horrid toothless gums Slurp their lascivious path of glory Across our bloated obesities, ******* and slobbering, Muttering sweetest nothings Through mangled, matted pubics. No more shall we feel her body Groaning under every butch ****** Uttering imprecations of desire. However one consolation is ours: We who remain behind on earth Can have undisputed use of the giant ******** And will no longer need to cleanse it Following Petronella's awful misuse thereof. These horrid thoughts came to me As in a terrible, foetid nightmare; And I dreamed I saw Petronella's grave Bedecked with flowers and phlegm; And the holy angels sang overhead, "It's an ill wind that blows Out of the back passage Once it's been ****** good and hard".
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
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