Ode № 9899
Heavenly HOst!
Angel bum, Angel bum,
Is there anything finer under the sun?
No pimples, welts, nor hairs possessed
To dampen my desire excess!
So smoothe, so round, an arse Divine!
If I touch it, will I go blind?
(Oh no, Mother, that's right. It's the other thing I'm not supposed to touch.)
Angel bum, Angel bum,
Is there anything finer under the sun?
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