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I'LL KEEP YOUR CLOTHES At first when we were dating You would bring a rose And as a ritual of mating Leave behind some clothes It seemed a cute formality it put me in love's throws It had a wondrous quality "Yeah! I'll keep your clothes." You'd leave sexy underwear The type that made you strut and pose You'd toss them in my corner chair I teased, "I'll keep your clothes" Then there came some rainy washes and some days of heavy snows You'd leave raincoats and galoshes I said, "Sure. I'll keep your clothes" Add T-shirts with a beer slogan or an alien head that glows or a samurai from Shogun I said, "OK...I'll keep your clothes" I left you little notes "Hey, my closet overflows" "I've boxed up all my coats!" But, still, I keep your clothes One day you showed up with a wagon And a couple of cheap ho's You said, "Baby, I'm baggin'" I said, "Oh, yeah? I'll keep your clothes" You really blew your stack You said, "Hey! This really blows! What are you? On crack?" I just said, "I'll keep your clothes" You cried, "What am I to wear?" I said, "Who cares? Who knows? You've been a sorry ass affair. At least I'll keep your clothes" The underwear so fine I'll hold for other joes The jeans that are now mine They'll fit. I'll keep your clothes. The shirts that look like bags The socks with ripped up toes I'll use them up as rags What fun to keep your clothes! So, be nice to your ex-girlfriends Watch where you put your nose And be kind when the love ends Or else, we'll keep your clothes From the book: THE LOVE POEMS OF THE FEMINIST FROM THE DARKSIDE by Fembah Copyright 2000
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There once was a man from Sydney Who stuck it in up to her kidney But a man from Quebec Got it up to her neck He had a big one didn't he!
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There was a fat man from Rangoon Whose prick was mich like a balloon. He tried hard to ride her And when finally inside her She thought she was pregnant too soon.
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Each man that Miss Jones chose to wed with, She first liked to paint the town red with, For having made merry, She then became very Aroused and fantastic in bed with.
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I'd willingly fertilize Mary, And watch for nine months her shape vary, From the very first day, To the child-birth display, When her tits would turn into a dairy.
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