Resistful junk

wish I had a backyard bunk

I think I thunk

it’s going to duck

Be around dark midnight

it’s just about my luck

not to get any maid fuck

to make a damn American buck!

a roo - wish I wore

a tutu

cock-a-roo

fee fi foe thumbs

is that peat moss I smell?

 

Be pod lows

Come around low dying crows

Here seed med shows

Lice cauliflower hoes

Be fi fiddle diddle toes

Tickle me torture me

silly goose woes

 

Temple dimple in a hippo

Surround my buttocks upon your nipple

Could it be pleasure

or just a quadruple

or just a round-a-bout

table topple?

 

Doodie foodie times - keedy

Sans, sands, so and serifs

Big small and neatly

How I wonder what you are

and if you really are that far!!!

 

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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