Much as Screaming Lord Such,
I must howl out my crutch,
as at least do as much
for this day!
It's the day for a howl,
lay it on with a trowel,
for my gender to render
our say.
Yet it's an odd thing,
Wattcrud coils its old sting,
decides it will file
me with porn.
Just because I say sex.
their bannnas to hex.
they have trampled me
under their storm
I fired all my guns
but they hit no bad Huns
so I knew I was being
blown away.
Call Mr Wolf now,
cos I just shot a cow
and my sheepy don't know
what to say.
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoesíaHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
