All folded in my flaps of flesh and skin
I hide a lamp with a magic Genie therein.
To summon this mighty being of mirrors and smoke,
You must reach under my folded flab and stroke.
No... not like that, just rub a little slower,
Yes... now move your hand a little lower.
He'll grant a boon if you keep up that pace,
Provided your wish is my Jizz in your Face.
I hide a lamp with a magic Genie therein.
To summon this mighty being of mirrors and smoke,
You must reach under my folded flab and stroke.
No... not like that, just rub a little slower,
Yes... now move your hand a little lower.
He'll grant a boon if you keep up that pace,
Provided your wish is my Jizz in your Face.
(There you go, Ada)
ReplyDeleteNo more rude stuff. I want a poem about your involvement with every single item of foodstuff in. the. world. Genious. I like your blog Jonny. I just realised i spelled Genius wrong. IRONYYYYY
ReplyDeletei'll have you know i inspired that one, justin
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