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Apr 20, 2008
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No, those pants look good on you
I say again the same old boring things
My tongue is stuck in something like a rut
Invention fails; my words have stubby wings
I find no means to compliment your butt.
It wounds me that I cannot find the phrase
As high and round and firm as that I see.
This poet's problem troubled me for days;
At last I quit and let the matter be.
Of course you know you have a shapely ass
My interest in which you cannot doubt
I lose my train of thought whene'er you pass
The wonder is I manage not to shout.
My eyes are always drifting to your rump,
My jeans do not conceal a telling lump.
Comments
georgeianxu
18 years ago
Sir Mix a lot revised
Amaranthine
18 years ago
Funny
Skumpfsklub
16 years 11 months ago
This one also needs another look.
Skumpfsklub
16 years 10 months ago
Annual followup comment:
Skumpfsklub
16 years 3 months ago
(shrugging)
Skumpfsklub
16 years 3 months ago
As before, with a lifted eyebrow.
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Dear Perry
hillrider
16 years 3 months ago
After reading Jayne's comment
themoonman
16 years 3 months ago
Perry...
hillrider
16 years 3 months ago
Perry