Some trees rot away
Unnoticed by anyone
Until they collapse
Never my dear
I do not fear
The wrath of a bat
I stay where I'm at
Roses are red
When those petals part
The sight of it certainly
Makes me real hard
Orderly Bill, why are you naked in patient Witt's bed when you should be on duty?
Roses are red
But I'd rather feel
Those soft pinky petals
Your panties conceal
Boohoohoo
I see you
See my shoe
Feel it hit
Where you sit
I AM IT!
Window cleaner/gossip reporter for the local babble magazine
A good sparring partner in the forum
Flame that heats and moistens
Not going to kiss myself so
I'll be looking below
Kisses for the beauty above
and looking below
Only because everyone was sleeping. But I'm not, im sexiest, that's all.
She was so warm and cuddly, that I refused to let her go
Yes, and been in one too, a quiz... dropped out in the first round
Have you ever had to confront a offender? (G)
Roses are reddish
Like that guinea pig
That lives on Trump's head
Or is that a wig
And that noisy opening
Beneath his toupet
Should we call it a TRUMPet
Or is that not okay?
Here lust is carefully nurtured
I showed up and I'm kissing Grace above with passion
and then I look below
