I have pizza in the oven,
a rubber ducky in the tub.
She says her parents aren't home,
and the keys under the rug.
I drop everything im doing,
a little nervous so what.
I drink a TON of water,
and fix my new crew cut.
The keys where its supposed to be,
were in her room, the door is shut.
I cant help myself from thinking,
there's so much water in my gut.
She asked "are you okay",
I said darling tell you what.
I will show you something special,
a great new way to love.
Now bend that ass right over,
let me pee inside your butt.
- Author: Benson ( Offline)
- Published: December 4th, 2017 09:40
- Comment from author about the poem: This whole ordeal is about how everyone needs to remember to wash their hands but instead we are all busy being distracted and coming up with excuses on why we don't have to. Which ultimately, if you think about it, ties into everything in our day to day lives. In conclusion, do business, wash your hands, take care of your responsibilities, and promise not to invade czechoslovakia.
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 76
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