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alternately titled: breast damned fallacy hi-jinxed!
In her “60 Minutes” interview aired
Sunday (March 26th, 2018),
the **** star known within red district
as Stormy Daniels bared
her "naked lady" version
swearing oath of honesty,
she emphatically dick cleared
on a stack of video nasties,
and x-rated 'zines
now she can live rest of life
guilt free offloading
hush money endeared
a posteriori into infinitely
jesting bordello loop
with calmly enchanting bug eyed,
drooling media hounds,
whose nostrils flared
squelching the trumpeting Don,
who maliciously glared
for traitorously breaching
“genital man's agreement”),
playing the (sock it to him role
of goody two shoes)
christened Stephanie Clifford)
shaggy long haired
pseudo Mayflower madam averred
to right justice in sought after
condom free nation,
where the turkey
ought tubby national bird
mandating free codicil
to second amendment as of furred
thus, that ass hide from right to bear arms
premature sea r man ejaculation
of Peter ought to be heard
where sudden sound
sans pubis seams burst
jock strapped unseen bulging Johnson's
onslaught hail of expletives cursed
out the mouth of salty sailor spewing Prez,
hook halled for a recess first
and foremost before
questioning resumed
automatically immersed
within tawdry tabloid pulp pit
whore sing Bacchanalian refused to quit
particularly when groin
set zipper (flimsy – obviously,
NOT put thru linkedin
locked down rigorous paces
realized, when pry vet eyelit
of trouser snake split)
yielding singular (nada so sterling)
gamut gallimaufry variegated erector set
with singular bulbous
ram rod rocket like trivet.
Sweating,
bench pressing,
ripping my chest..
Urgg,
the final stretch.
Whew,
she breezes by.
Crop dusting her
"love Spell Perfume".
WOW,
my eyes follow her across the room.
In dream-land,
I've lost focus,
under hypnosis,
now "tailing" that tail.
bent over,
tan thighs.
That apple bottom
caught my eye.
No surprise though,
I'm a booty kind of guy.
Those blue latex tights,
fit your hips so right.
I fight,
fight my growing urge.
Candy for my eyes,
such visual delight.
I can't focus on my work-out,
with that magnificent sight.
Sweet, caramel apple,
ample eye candy.
Erotic, mass provoking,
thoughts encourage Gym-Nasties...
**Concluding the Gym-Nasties collaboration started by Linda-Marie Bariana "Sweetheart"
Jared Pickett
12/17/09
Asavvy1
A short sighted old doctor called Charlie
Poured water from a bottle to make tea
But the taste wasn't right
Got one hell of a fright
On close inspection the bottle said pee...
He called the opticians to book a test
Rinsed his mouth out then headed home to rest
Now sets good examples
Marks clinical sample's
Storing all those nasties in a locked chest...
Now you don't want to end up like Charlie
By error drinking someone else's pee
Well it is human waste
You just wont like the taste
And you'll be sick as a dog, believe me...
Written February 7th 2020
Glaring white beaches and sand in the eyes,
Searing hot sun rays that make the skin fry,
Stings from the jellies and seagulls that screech:
These are some nasties you’ll find at the beach!
Snotty raw oysters and blistering skin,
Nothing but fried food; how can you stay thin?
Big Daddy, come get me, I beg, I beseech!
I’ve nothing but scorn and distaste for the beach!
Where the breeze blows,
Where the peach grows
Where there’s shade and trees,
I long for the mountains
Where I can be cool,
Just not at the beach,
Oh please!
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to the tune of "My Favorite Things"
from the musical "Sound of Music"
updated 03/12/2022