~> Snow White, Glock And Creepy! Poem, by Thad Wilk, at My poetic side

Near this old worn out bridge long time ago;

hung out a 'working girl', the name of Snow.

Her regular Johns y'all prob'bly know.

She' all seven of them dwarfs fav'rite HO!

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It's Friday again these dudes just got paid.

Snow White she knows that big bucks can be made.

That all of her posse wants to get laid.

Anything goes and nothing is forbade!

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Glock; he's in the glasses, thinks he's topnotch.

Keeps a .45 tucked in near his crotch.

In his youth this boozer drank too much Scotch.

He can't get it up, but still likes to watch.

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Creepy's the bald one, has to be coerced.

At dipping his wick he's surely the worst.

His dicks so small, looks like it's submersed?

Likes "lickin' the chicken," dives in head first.

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YUP, I am her pimp and Snow's a real goldmine.

There ain't no hooker that she can't outshine.

There's more to this story but I must decline.

Pay day, half the dough that HO makes is mine~

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