First off, Jack's last name was not Horner
Though, with a pie, he sat in a corner
His real name was Horny
Now this may sound a bit corny
But there’s a reason that he was a loner
In fact, Jack wasn’t so little they'd say
That’s why in the corner he’d play and play
He was always alone
With a pie of his own
And he’d chase all his stress then away
Now I Can't Complain While N The Rain & Insane.
Pain, Leaves Me With A Respect 4 Good Ol' Jack.
Back & & Boobs, So Inspire Those Sneaky Nighttime Grooves.
Hooves Of Pink Thoroughbreds, Meds From The Busty Nurses.
Truths Told 2 Harmonize: Good Ol' Jack Horny, Is Just The Wiser Of The Guys.
She took of her clothes and laughed.
"Are you still trying to be a good boy?"
"Come over here and f---!"
- Authors: Michael (Pseudonym), Broken Ankh, Michael Pacheco
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- Finished: September 30th, 2023 12:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Category: Humor
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