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As I wandered the lonely moor
My itchy gonads felt rather sore.
I chanced upon a meandering brook
Their musical waters reminding me
Of the geisha's I have wanted to ...
As the the sun shone from above
I thought of home, I did not miss it's comfort fully.
Although I missed copies of Geisha Tranny Love,
I took solace in my thoughts of who and what and when to internet bully.
A single stone impending, upright, majestic finger
Pointing to the firmament
This wondrous sight did make me linger
Pondering the even tides fun with butt plug firmly inside my fundament.
Sitting in the shade of a ancient oak
I ravished my whale meat repast.
Feet in the river for Nature's massage and soak
I can think of my Rubenesque love at last.
She is lovely, round and self obsessed,
She can draw and paint,
Try to eat her chocolate and she is possessed.
Make fun of her art and she will feint!
I cry to the stones I love her,
But times silent sentinels do not answer.
But Meth is the one that holds her,
Such jealousy grows like a cancer.
I would walk half a mile to be beside my love,
Although she would prefer to be driven.
She would waddle to the fridge to be my love,
Her loves are self, self, self and self - that's a given.
So back to my churchyard at Pewsey,
I will seek my revenge on the weak.
Thoughts of bullying, engorging and making me juicy,
Internet, forum, gang up, love-bulbs out, tweak tweak tweak.
- by Littlestone
My itchy gonads felt rather sore.
I chanced upon a meandering brook
Their musical waters reminding me
Of the geisha's I have wanted to ...
As the the sun shone from above
I thought of home, I did not miss it's comfort fully.
Although I missed copies of Geisha Tranny Love,
I took solace in my thoughts of who and what and when to internet bully.
A single stone impending, upright, majestic finger
Pointing to the firmament
This wondrous sight did make me linger
Pondering the even tides fun with butt plug firmly inside my fundament.
Sitting in the shade of a ancient oak
I ravished my whale meat repast.
Feet in the river for Nature's massage and soak
I can think of my Rubenesque love at last.
She is lovely, round and self obsessed,
She can draw and paint,
Try to eat her chocolate and she is possessed.
Make fun of her art and she will feint!
I cry to the stones I love her,
But times silent sentinels do not answer.
But Meth is the one that holds her,
Such jealousy grows like a cancer.
I would walk half a mile to be beside my love,
Although she would prefer to be driven.
She would waddle to the fridge to be my love,
Her loves are self, self, self and self - that's a given.
So back to my churchyard at Pewsey,
I will seek my revenge on the weak.
Thoughts of bullying, engorging and making me juicy,
Internet, forum, gang up, love-bulbs out, tweak tweak tweak.
- by Littlestone
