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The Giraffe’s Libido–Just Nippin’ To t’Shøp

Asinine.
That’s a big word.
Turd.
Blurred.
John Heard.
He’s dead,
But that’s not funny.
Haha.

Jap’s eye,
With sand.
You bruised my,
Front bottom,
With your chin.

Ombudsman.
Another big word.
How many more,
Shall I blurt?
Shirt.
Flirt.
John Hurt.
He’s dead too.
*Snickers*

Dropkick.
Wingle-wongle-wangle.

John.

edwinsaxton Uncategorized 2 Comments 15th Dec 2018 1 Minute

Piẞen Flappen–Portside Rimshot

Vosene,
Down your urethra.

In Shap,
How do they,
Drink Coke?
Disparity reigns.

Trembling fingers,
Curl around the Mars bar.
Wilson Phillips.
Climbing the sturrs,
In Oldham.

Rhechan fel ci defaid,
ar jaen gwta.
Cachau bant!

Minge.

Leave me alone!

edwinsaxton Poetry 2 Comments 15th Dec 201815th Dec 2018 1 Minute

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