Monday, May 3, 2010

Doggerel: Fur

When it comes to normalcy, I'm apostate.
Bout to buy some furry critters to massage my prostate.
I find that sheep hot, hope it hits my deep spot, 
moves through my duodenum.
Quadrupeds with my rod in 'em.
If it's hairy, OK.  I sing kareoke.
Animal dong in my guts playing hoke pok

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