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There was a young parson called Ings Who talked about God and such things But his secret desire was a boy in the choir With an @rse like jelly on springs. (I hate meself - do I win a set of steak knives?)
A piece of cake this poetry lark once you get the hang of it. Here's another one I've just knocked out... I was dreaming of the past And my heart was beating fast I began to lose control I began to lose control I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry I didn't mean to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy Reel 'em in.
Red top reader; a poetry master But with cock, no one came faster His poems were ****e Yet he splurged them all night Unlike his erectile disasters