June Or December
He carried June right to his bed
With promise that they would be wed
But her sweet honey pot
Was much hotter than hot
He came out missing his "head"
He looked straight down at his member
It's head burnt off by her ember
She was so hot and bold
He much preferred the cold
It might grow back in December!
A Lamleen production
Created with my friend Eileen Manassian.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
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