Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Limberick

On checking beneath her large thigh,
The old broad did let out a cry,
For Jack had been blown
To a place not yet known
By his mind, his libido, and I.
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1 comment:

  1. Anonymous3:49 PM

    Well, I be the blower (no name)
    and my clients speak well of my fame,
    For when you're beneath
    This wench, you'll bequeath
    To your sons her attentions sans shame.

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