by Michael Ledger
Two fresh free riders feel for the tingle
Torturing the tender loins untouched
Reaching for edible lubrication to relieve
The frustrated eruption before Christmas Eve
Wait, winkle warns, the singlet must be worn
With that she adorns the championship sheath
Jerking him in the snap of a Slim Jim
And in him churns the butter for her snapper
But before the reward, mother jerks open the door
Everyone takes the solution that dilates their eyes
Mother walks to the window, as girl-grip hides
And now the strong grapple can be applied
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i liked this joint cuz it rhymed!
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