Droopy-Bottom Mummer
Squile mushroom girl you fill an isle
and force my eyes to split.
You're bolar hair and baggy clothes
A package all made fit.
Albino hair and teasing teeth
you bare an impish feast.
My loins flood warm with dirty thoughts
you've sicked on man and beast.
With searing thoughts to fill my head
you blow my bloomers nummer.
A simple fact a girl like you's
a Droopy-Bottom Mummer.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
