A Crush I Think Not
A crush I think not.
Lust me all you want.
One Sunday morning, I got a phone call.
the Kidster parent were going out as I recall.
A babysitter was in need .
I said no, but they started to beg.
Okay! I will be there at eight.
Instead I got there at six..
With my early arrival, the punk ran to open the gate.
Looking at me with his puppy eyes.
His parents head out to their date.
The first thing I did is send him to wash his hands.
Knowing he has a tendency to mast**bate.
Especially when I am around him.
I feel so sorry for the kid.
He plays cowboys and Indians all alone.
I call him the, Kidster do to his own insanity doom.
Poor boy has, Billy the kid posters all over his room.
I send him off to bed, he asked if I can tuck him in .
I replied with a "No!" He looked at me and started to cry.
The, Kidster ran up in to his room.
One hour later I hear my name "P.D.-P.D, marry me!!"
I open the door the bugger was at it again.
Playing with little wil*y under the sheets.
Laughing to the fact Will-I-am has the perfect name
.
His parent arrive, they give me a hundred dollar bill.
I told them, Billys at it again,
They said thanks P.D. no one dares come around .
Our Kido gets obsessed with every one in town
Maybe he'll grow out of it as soon as he stops wetting his bed
Until than we wonder if he's in to men.
He keeps dreaming of getting slammed all over and over again
This is no slam do not be alarmed Kid. I can write cute to.
By now you should know I am your favorite fan..P.D.
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