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Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: Poem suggestions?” plus 5 more

Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: Poem suggestions?” plus 5 more


Question: Poem suggestions?

Posted: 12 Apr 2015 04:56 PM PDT

It has been many years for sally sue when she had trouble taking a poo.
It started when she pulled down her thong and realized something was wrong.
Sally sue could not take a poo.
She tried all kinds of laxatives from colace to dulcolax to smooth move to activia and prunes.
She would try these in her afternoons.
She would sit on the toilet counting from 1, 2, and 3, but all that came out was a drop of pee.
Sally sue could not take a poo.
Then one day her stomach was rumblin, she ran to the bathroom almost stumblin.
She sat on the toilet for something to happen, then all of a sudden her as* started crappen.
Up and up, high and high, her poo started mounting to the sky.
This all started because sally sue could not take a poo.

Roses are red lemons are sour, open your legs and give me an hour. Kissing is a habit, fucki** is a game. Guys get all the pressure, girls get all the pain. 10 minutes of pleasure, 9 months of pain, 3 days in a hospital, a baby with no name. The baby is a bastar*, the mother is a whor*. This never would have happened if the rubber hadn't tore. Sex is like math, you subtract the clothes, add the bed, divide the legs and pray to god you don't multiply. Roses are red, grass is green, open your legs and i'll fill you with cream. Sex is evil, sex is sin, sins are forgiven so stick it in. You will be cursed with bad sex for 5 years if you don't read the entire thing. Roses are nice, violets are fine, i'll be the 6 if you be the 9. Eat me, beat me, bite me, blow me, fuc* me, suck me very slowly. If you don't like it, don't be classy, use your tongue and make it nasty.

Question: In Need of Help For A Poem?

Posted: 12 Apr 2015 04:43 PM PDT

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