Ironic Zink Poet Rhyme

Poor Little Dong

Hello there young fellow,
who looks rather yellow.
Can you flip sticks like this trip, chill out and be mellow?

I bet not when it's this hot because if this locks then you may just have a drip drop.

And let us not forget thought, whose feet grown a lot-lot, that you can't even fit into your own hippy hip flip flops.

Will you please stop? I wonder what not. Stuck in this zip lock, tied up with my upper lip propped.

Enough with all these games. Dang you sure are a pretty lame crybaby shame. Lit up like a flame with a gobs topping name.

Now in the money, you're afraid of being wrong. Lost in the egotistical dance, and in song. So stop hitting switches, stretching arms out too long. Because life is too short, like your poor little dong.

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6/04/2017

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Richard Lamoureux June 6, 2017 at 8:02 AM Great play on words! Being you were alone at the time would that be considered playing with yourself??? Ironic Zink June 8, 2017 at 10:32 PM I often consider myself to be quite the word player—to say the least—or most; depends how it all plays out at the time.

Jan Allison June 4, 2017 at 8:11 AM HA HA HAHilarious:-) hugs Jan xx Ironic Zink June 4, 2017 at 8:24 AM Thanks Jan! It makes me laugh too. Lol