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My cousin's baby sitter. (Haiku) by Bachus

Sunshine was fifteen when i popped her ripe cherry. The sunset bled well. Rollicking i sang as i came, and came, and came. Filled her up just right! She broke two nails in my back before i flipped her over. Here cums the encore. I finished her quick. But i got dressed quicker. Cigarette anyone?

Bachus 9-Oct-02/1:24 PM
you must think i'm slow on the uptake. i happen to be coulophobic 'clown boy' and on top of it allow me to site a fact..a friend of mine and i agree that the title alone is the phenomena, and the poem itself could talk about sherbert and jaundice, and be that better off for it, but in america thyere is a secret undercurrent that chimes loud when mentioning the cousins baby sitter..that's the joke..as far as irony goes think of my puppet the next time you do the shower pud pole. perhaps we'll bound.




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