"pdq" poems
Not into what if's but men ask
What would I do if you weren't tied to old dude?
wear shorter skirts to reveal my **** legs.
wear lower cut tops to show off my larger, firm and natural assets.
walk into clubs alone and get surrounded by ***** guys pdq
all looking to ***** or spend a ton of cash and time on me.
That **** happens to hot eye candy a lot. : )
give great head to men I like and maybe date them.
I'd do all in the bedroom to satisfy a body.
You up for being ridden like a bucking bronc.
Yee haw cowboy! : )
Content with my man until he kicks.
Could be soon.
If he kicks gonna miss old dude spoiling my naughty pink ***
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Doggerel for The Grunt
I got the 'shits' with panji pits,
When in Vietnam.
Pits they dug both round and square,
Whatever shape, the things were there,
'Cammed' to look just like the ground,
Crouching there until, when found,
Springy stakes of poisoned wood
Would pierce the finder's legs right good.
Then, liberal smears of faecal stuff,
Would swell the limb and make it puff,
Turn purple, yellow, awful stuff.
Requiring treatment PDQ.,
While thanking God it wasn’t you.
No - panji pits
Gave me - the 'shits.'
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC