Who Me, Mature
Me? Mature??! Ha! I still laugh when
The ketchup bottle “farts”... into convulsions I descend
Immature you say
From reality I stray
Giggle when I see a lady's skirt tucked up in her rear end
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017
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