And Have a Nice Day
Humanity has banned swearing
i don't know what the coitus to do
Stubbed my toe
Blancmange does not seem to do the trick
The mammary gland in my work
such a coituser too
This plaster born out of wedlock
Doesn't give a phytoplanton
Manures hit the fan
Cannot understand
Nobody tries
Even beneath the gentleness of words
the truth sometimes lies
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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