THE UNKNOWN MARTYR
THE UNKNOWN MARTYR
Though short life he lives
A lot of blood he takes a lot of comfort he gives
A sheet of pure white
Shine between legs day and night
Hug him between warm thighs
To make you happy and feel nice
Soft and smooth he is
Discomfort and tension he ease
Though for long he can’t stay
Another one will be for another day
And the old is always thrown
With no appreciation shown
And if ever mentioned it is distasteful
But that is the way, for women are ungrateful
To the hidden treasure
The source for feminine pleasure
The name is Kotex
The unknown martyr for softer sex
Thursday 17/2/2000
10:08pm
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