The other days
While out for a stroll
I came
Across a looking-lost
Bunch of spermatozoas
I asked them
"What happened?"
"Our master spasmed"
They said
"He spends too much time
In his head
Now we`re almost
Dead"
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Mutley Ravishes (
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A sad story of abandonment. A fun read
In a nutshell, Soren!
The hilarity of the reality that is left unsaid or glossed over. 🕊️🙏
Thanks a million!
A resounding welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
That polite little conversation in the middle absolutely got me...as though this were merely an unfortunate roadside mishap! Hilarious, my friend! 🤣 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks a million, Tristan! And I hope you received the "secret" message too.
You're hilarious.
Waste not, want not!
love this poem in so many ways relative to every day life.
Thanks for dropping by!
Hmm 🤔
I read that the opposite of "stagnation" is "transmutation." The "Yogis" know!
Oh do they 🤔
Oh so they🤔
Along with Imagination and Sunlight, the road goes ever on.
That’s great 😀
Words and actions of a leader will always effect those whom follow. I enjoyed this immensely
For sure! Thanks for dropping by.
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