August Poem 6

Shall you stick your schlong

Into the slot marked bulk mail,

So the she-mailman can see

The slimy slitherer that you

So wish to show?

 

Shall she see the slippery salamander

And gaze at its glory

Or will she hear the horny horror

Of your hairy ham and heave at the hole?

 

Or shall she heave herself

At your sizable showing

And seize the shaft

Showering, slathering, and slobbering

Shiny lips and esophagus?

 

Shall she shimmy down her shorts

Showing her shorn snizz

And sheath your sword in her snatch

Swaying against the wall slot

Shielding your semblance from society?

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