Free verse № 5181
My purple headed womb ferret
I hide him away
so no one can say
I'm a dirty prevert
But sometimes at night
I get him out
And pet him and hug him till day
But then he gets sore
He can't take no more
and has to be wrapped up quite tight
If i had two
I'd give one to you
Oh sod it your gitting one anyway
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to be riped by their girth is his undeclared fate/
he longs to ignite passions and fire/
as he drops his soap adnauseam in the shower/
Poor boy filled with loathing and self hate/
that the timid insults in poetry corner will never sate/
My advise to you/
Go down to your nearest convieience/
and wait in the cubicle with your buttocks tense/
Till the big Irish thug and hater of gays/
Cums down on you to mend your ways/
with his ferret in paw/
he'll make you so very sore/
But I think you will thank her/
For more relief than you could get from poemwanker.
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