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Unscrewed
Unscrewed
She led me upstairs where I’d sample her wares
For a fee we had negotiated
She looked pretty stunning, my heart it was gunning
I longed for my lust to be sated
She sat on her bed and she patted her head
And that’s when she took off her wig
Still she looked glam with her head bald as spam
Though her forehead was really quite big
I wasn’t recoiling, my ardour was boiling
And this girl would not make me beg
The saucy young flirt then slipped off her skirt
I gasped when she whipped off a leg
It beggared belief when she took out her teeth
And then un-clipped her rubberised breast
She popped out an eye and she laid it to dry
With her ear in a purpose made rest
I got a bit spooked, it was like she’d been nuked
And I felt like I might come to harm
I know that’s outrageous, she wasn’t contagious
But then she unscrewed her left arm
I sped from the room like a witch on a broom
And I made a bee-line for the gate
Upstairs a sound made me swivel around
And I saw what was left of my date
Monocular glares from her window upstairs
She yelled, ‘There are more girls in town,’
‘But you haven’t had yet, what you came here to get.’
I said, ‘No problem, just chuck it down.’
Copyright ©
Terry Flood
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