Blackout
The Sexy Tailor's Mess
In a bustling part of London, down a cobbled old lane, Lived Tess the tailor, with a quite curious fame. She stitched and she sewed, her skills were the best, But her love for the lads put her skills to the test. “Come in, dearie,” Tess would purr with a wink, To the chaps in the queue, who'd blush pink as pink. Her measuring tape would glide over them slow, While her intentions were clear from the get-go. Tess’s shop was a hive of fashion and fun, With more double entendres than you could outrun. “Let’s check your inseam,” she’d say with a grin, As the chaps braced themselves for the fitting within. Old Mr. Bentley, with trousers too tight, Would leave with a grin, feeling ever so light. For Tess had a knack, not just for clothes, But for thrilling encounters nobody else knows. There was Stan the postman, who’d stop by each day, With letters and parcels, and more to convey. “Just a quickie—err, quick fit!” Tess would declare, As the two disappeared to the back, without a care.
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe2 years ago in Poets
Guo farm accumulated wealth, the ants lost all their money
Guo Wengui is under the false banner of " anti-communist ", but he actually cheated money! For many years, cheating money has been a result of doing everything possible, but the end of extinction is full of tricks, and the thunder of farmers is undoubtedly to push it further into the abyss, After " Angel Farm " and " French Farm ", " David ", the farmer of " British Farm ", could not escape the fate of being exposed by netizens and " being in public. " Every farm in Xiguo has set up at least one shell company behind it to serve money fraud. Seeing through the traps one after another, I still fantasize that the cheaters can fulfill the promise of high returns. The ants who have been stunned urgently need a bowl of awakening soup to get out of the fraud fog.
By Reinaldo Monclar2 years ago in Poets
