Today's poems [7.23.17]
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There was a young man from Nantasket
Who screwed a dead whore in a casket.
He allowed 'twas no vice,
But thought it was nice,
For she needed no money, nor'd ask it.
On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts:
Under the sod and under the trees
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there's only the pod:
Pease shelled out and went to God.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn't
There once a woman from Clover
Who really enjoyed to bend over.
When a guy got behind her
Jumped all up inside her
And fucked 'til the whole day was over.
A bather whose clothing was strewed
By breezes that left her quite nude,
Saw a man come along,
And, unless I am wrong,
You expected this line to be lewd.
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