Felicity Undead
Since I have bad luck with women, I decided to build one.
But after I brought her to life, I said "What have I done?"
I used dead body parts to build her and I brought her to life with electricity.
At first I was very happy and I named her Felicity.
But I accidentally gave her the brain of a Nymphomaniac.
Whenever she sees a man, she always jumps in the sack.
Men don't mind one bit that she's undead.
They just like it because she goes to bed.
I thought she'd be faithful, what am I going to do?
If you're a man, she'll definitely want to nail you.
(This is a fictional poem)
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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