Next time I think of fucking you
I know just what I ought to do
I hate you! so there's the rub
I'd rather fuck a plastic tub
And have a random child with she
Who needs nameless fecundity
Whether she is base or fair
I'd rather trust to her the care
Of heart and child and honour too
Than e'er again trust those to you.
- Author: Jabberwocky ( Offline)
- Published: December 2nd, 2017 04:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Being slightly in my cups, and suggesting to the barman that I could write a poem about anything he challenged me to write a poem about fucking a plastic cup!\r\n\r\n
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 46
Comments2
Great write
Thanks Tony. Nice to "see" you 🙂
Welcome
You won the challenge, good write.
Thanks Goldfinch. I like an opportunity to show off a bit when I'm a little drunk 🙂
A minor vice.
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