Gawking Poems - Poems about Gawking

For a man of my age, I should no longer dream Of pretty young fillies, quite naughty it seems But we don't lose the joy to gawk and to stare When the sweet scent of female fills up the air Sure hope I don't lose it, this wonderful feeling While sneakily snatching looks that I am stealing Girls are aware of...

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He is a guru the other ducks said Sitting there in silence like stop sign red. Are you sure he’s okay? I think he looks dead. Shhh! They told the brown goose named Old Fred. Why are his fingers put into circles like that? We are unsure said a dog, a mouse and a cat. Animals were coming all over to...

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Forty-eight, sixty-eight, eighty-eight Age has no bearing whatsoever When it comes to a gorgeous young filly As long as she's breathing, that's all we need When the time we have left gets short We must use the time remaining To drink in all the beauty that life has to offer At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man Please excuse my...

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Sixteen, thirty-six, sixty-six, eighty-one Age has no bearing, gawking's a sport for everyone When a filly walks by We bug out our eyes We have trouble breathing, we come undone...

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For a man of my age, I should no longer dream Of pretty young fillies, quite naughty it seems We don't lose the joy to gawk and to stare When the sweet scent of female fills up the air Sure hope I don't lose it, this wonderful feeling While sneakily snatching a look I am stealing Girls are aware of the...

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