I once ****** a girl in a train; She was short, rather fat and quite plain; The smell of stale ***** Which arose from her bunk Obliged me to **** her again
I once ****** a ******* a boat; She smelled awful, a bit like a stoat; I fingered her *** Which made us both come And I wiped the **** off on her coat.
This is written from a male point of view. What I have under my kilt is MY business. If you don't like it, *******.
Behind the light of the screen Live many a friendship unseen Straight up or with a twist These bonds do exist And I am thankful to all In between
112714 Thank You my poetic family. You are warmth on a cold day, a dry shoulder, a kindred spirit when i feel isolated. We share and thus we are never alone
