The oyster.

Wallace

I prise open its shell.

From it comes a deep sea smell.

I am in heaven and not in hell.

My taste buds let out a let me taste yell.

I pop it into my mouth, chew a few times and then to my tummy it fell.

Mmm,  i would do time for this taste in a small prison cell.

Inside of my tummy i can hear heavens bell.

This type of food keeps my sex drive healthy and well.

Bye Bye that's it no more i have to tell.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 15th, 2017 01:28
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