We couldn't look at it, it disgusted us
The boil on his bum, big and full of pus
He couldn't squeeze it, couldn't get a grip
Would have to cover it with a plaster strip
His hairy ass cheek was red and extremely sore
Chuckling we looked through a crack in the door
He opened the plaster, peeled off the paper back
Needed to stick the black tar right next to his crack
Backed up to the mirror, near ill as he saw the reflection
Wanted to get the strip on quick before he got an infection
Closer he backed up to make everything look much clearer
Then! we burst into laughter, he stuck the strip on the mirror
Startled he was and he yelled 'It's not a fucking joke"
Then he slipped ass over tit and the old mirror broke
Brother had to go to hospital before he bled to death
As for us, we just ran like hell till we ran out of breath
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Author:
Poeta de Cabra (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2016 15:54
- Comment from author about the poem: A Fun Poem, bit of a laugh hopefully
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Gave my a smile
Thanks Tony. Glad you had a grin whilst reading my poem.
Welcome
I could just picture the whole thing clearly. Thanks. ¿Escriba en Español también?
Cheers Augustus. Hope the image wasn't too frightening lol
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