24 February 2007

A poem for all my lovers, past and future (some more than others)

Baked potato boiled rice, a visit from you would sure be nice. This dinner would taste better if it had some spice. She's not that into you, if you want my advice. Brandon Baldwin gave me lice.

Baked potato steamed peas, the pollen from olive trees makes me sneeze. At zero degrees celsius water will freeze. Looking at you makes me weak in the knees. They slaughtered the turkeys because they had a disease.

Baked potato creamed corn, your face looks better when your hair is shorn. My favorite smut is she-male porn. When I fell of the longboard a ligament was torn. I prefer your sweatshirt after it's been worn.

Baked potato with sour cream, I buy my computer paper by the ream. My favorite pair of jeans is ripped at the seam. You were giving me cunnilingus last night in my dream. When I come it's a trickle, when you come it's a stream.

Baked potato with butter and chive, when I was sixteen I learned to drive. Started masturbating when I was five. But when you touch me I really feel alive. I'll get you in bed if I have to lie and connive.

Baked potato candied yam, I got good marks for attendance but I failed the exam. The ewe is nice but I prefer the ram. The butter is good but I prefer the jam. You like the country scramble but I prefer the grand slam.

Baked potato pot roast, smoked salmon and cheese on toast. I come from the desert, you come from the coast. If you send me a letter it will arrive in the post. I loved all the others but I loved you the most.

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