Whores and Bores
I once knew a girl who was quite a bore
I once knew a girl who was quite a sore
I once knew a girl who was quite a snore
but, little did I know how she was a whore
she was a whore but was still quite a bore
she was a whore and she still looked sore
she was a whore and still made me snore
but, little did I know how she was someone I wouldn't adore
oh ya
laddoooo was offered
dude there isa nazi sitting in front of me
I hate people that have shaved heads with hair growing on them
there is a weird looking chinagirl sitting next to me that looks like she just ironed her face
the girl that is really next to me does not count
she is not a number, she is a cucumber
yummy!
I once knew a girl who was quite a sore
I once knew a girl who was quite a snore
but, little did I know how she was a whore
she was a whore but was still quite a bore
she was a whore and she still looked sore
she was a whore and still made me snore
but, little did I know how she was someone I wouldn't adore
oh ya
laddoooo was offered
dude there isa nazi sitting in front of me
I hate people that have shaved heads with hair growing on them
there is a weird looking chinagirl sitting next to me that looks like she just ironed her face
the girl that is really next to me does not count
she is not a number, she is a cucumber
yummy!

1 Comments:
I do deplore
for I adore
your poem about
a diseased whore
It frightens me
the girls not free
but scariest of all
is my tree
it burns to pee
the harlots like a mall
And so forth
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