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Infection (Free verse) by nocturnalism

Once upone a poon The yeasty beastys grewn Baking bread was her delight While customers came for fresh loaves in the night No shower Leaves a taste of Sweet an’ sour A douche all problems fixed Until the next ride infectionix

SupremeDreamer 29-Jul-03/2:01 AM
Once apon a midnight moon
came a baker
a night walker
salt shaker, wavin her cheeks
hasnt showered in two weeks

I watched my friend pay
30 bucks thrown away
he pressed his lips
against her vertical smile
he ended up in a pool of bile
puking sour dough

There.. not the best rewrite, but i think it tops your piece nevertheless. ;)




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