Inside the sty of my hog, Had ventured a sweet little dog. One swine inside my grid Started making a hybrid The rest of the sty watched agog.
By Rush Katrakabout a year ago in Poets
Common to all of the species, Is coitus and urine and fecies. But some of these pricks May be laden with ticks – And that’s when they spread the diseasies.
One lady at yoga was after my heart. I had to impress her. Didn't know how to start! So I flexed all my muscles, Through hustles and bustles,
Inside of my French Onion soup Was cheese that was clumped in a goop. The tiniest bite, Caused digestive plight. And I lost all control of my poop.
I clasped all my fingers and squeezed my first breast. Felt orgasmic sensations, as I caressed. And then I thought "fuck it"
I brought him out of his shell. But his ego then started to swell. His manners had burned. And I instantly learned –
My artwork was exhibited, This edition – highly limited. But my drawing of Venus Resembled a penis. And I’m now strictly prohibited.
I crossed the river via hops, Atop rocks (but I took frequent stops). But one rock was stirring, T'was really a purring
A little-known fact 'bout the horse, He seldom uses brute force. He gracefully jumps Over hurdles and bumps! Unless you annoy him, of course.
If you truly are a Confucian, Take a glance at human pollution. Needless wear and tear Of breathable air Will lead to our devolution.
In my flight I had to ask, My seatmate to wear his mask. I heard him refuse So concocted a ruse. In my fart he now can bask.
A girl in the gym had lifted her shirt, I instantly knew – I needed to flirt! Her action I copied, My stomach had floppied