There she is, whimpering
Aloft the buttress
Her shadow's modeling
Across the waters.
She's neither dishy
Nor foxy
Just me, reminiscing
My lewd fantasy.
'Her prong's hostile'
Proclaimed Mr wind
She's got a broken pie
One that has been grind.
I've been there
And I couldn't stand her smell
©p..a..m
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