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Bookshop girls (Free verse) by Stephen Robins Bookshop girls,
Have pubic curls,
That look like they've trapped a bear.
Thighs fatted,
And faces matted,
With acres of sebaceous hair.
Plunging tits,
And hairy pits,
Perhaps I'm being unfair?
As when their grin,
Is lost to their chin,
I arc ropes of cum everywhere!
Up the ladder:
Pain, I Curse Thee
Down the ladder:
faces unknown
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Posted: May 18, 2007 5:59 AM PDT; Last modified: May 18, 2007 5:59 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.820706 Overall Rank: 10920 Comments:
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ALChemy @ 71.68.46.177
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18-May-07/9:31 AM
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The entire cast of Monty Python farts in your general direction.
Bookshop boys are a tiresome lot
Corduroy trousers And a spotted bot
the first half is funny. the second half is just gratuitous, doesn't really add anything.
Yes I think the second half of this poem is really soooooooo much more gratuitous isn't it?
Have you been in a charity shop recently?
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