Around The You You Tree
I think that I shall never find, a poem as lovely as your behind
But then again, I haven't looked around
Although nice buttockses abound
Were I to goose them, I sense that you would mind
I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as your titt-ee
But then again, how should I know?
Would you consider granting me a private show !?
If not, then kindly let me be, I bet your titty's itty bitt-ee
A little bird, with a yellow bill, was perched upon my window sill..
I coaxed him in with a piece of bread, then slammed the window down on his head.
I'm beginning to think that this poem is dead
And I will knock it on the head
Contributors: | Randy, F, Anshul, K8, snood. |
Poem finished: | 13th August 2003. |