poem "To a walrus "

"Well Blubber me, Blubber you
It's your blubber I love to do "

When work ends , we say bye bye
but you follow me home and we make ur flubber fly

He saw you from across the room
In one of his moods of doom
The ground shakes, his trousers swell
Is this love ?
No, you just fell

They said that you thought he was a guitar god
I plucked the string and you swung from his knob
After that he felt regret - nearly fell in you folds and drowned in your sweat

Your the unique and I say this ode,
with an arse with 2 postal codes

Just good friends - aye right you're just ashamed
Cos you'd get a right slangin-
For getting so desperate you fuck the grand canyon

I hope your happy dear walrus as you bounce on it,
Cos the thought of it makes me vomit

He's an arsehole and ugly -
your just the same -
He's fucked in the head and you play his games

The boy has issues and now he's cruising
Cos he's fucking a walrus and no the sofa cushions

Part 2 will follow ...... in the series of my latest publications

"Abnormal self indulgent motherwell dwellers and their mother who fucks married men "

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one comment:

well said!
anonymous - 03 02 08 - 19:51

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