Wolves Den


Pickles in a Jar

hand the juicy green pickle

long to reach Dumbo’s ears

enough to satiate an old tickle

a lifesaving suppository via the rear

a saggy baggy ass already primed

wear gloves, close your nose, do the job

look at all that wild gooey slime

hope it works and eases their throb

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