Ode To My Dear Dead Husband Bert The Pervert
Oh to have you in me now that wan Autumn's fartIs just around the corner, but you have gone from me.
Dust to dust and ashes to fucking ashes,
You have snuffed it, verily, alas, woe is me.
No more shall I enjoy your toothless, rancid gums
Slurping their loathsome, circuitous, lazy route
Over my bloated and degenerate body
In a parody of love's old sweet tuneless song.
No more shall I feel your louse-infested body
Thrusting butchly 'twixt my trembling wide-open thighs
Or sucking and slobbering, grunting sweet nothings
Through my excitingly matted unwashed pubics;
However I do have joyous consolation:
I now have undisputed rights to the vibrator,
And do not need to be constantly cleansing it
After your prostatic stimulation sessions.
Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
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Written on 2006-09-19 at 02:36
Tags Smut  Love  Humour 
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