At a four-star hotel in Medan, 
               Yvette dined ensconced with a man, 
                    And horny, yet nervous, 
                    She knew once room service 
               Was over, her service began. 

There once was an apple-cheeked runt 
            Who was welcomed with joy at the Front. 
                This God's gift to he-men 
                Prevented spilled semen, 
            For his ass was tattooed like a cunt. 

A young Juliet of St. Louis 
            On a balcony stood, acting screwy. 
                Her Romeo climbed, 
                But he wasn't well timed, 
            And half-way up, off he went---blooey! 

Mirror Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the bathroom wall,
My image therein is much too small.

Once I was handsome with wavy curls,
I was even the envy of some of the girls.

Now it seems a midget has taken my place,
You have given me a different ugly face.

Not much left of my curly head of hair,
I am sure that you decidedly do not care.

You know it is not fair at all,
That makes a man like me look fat and small.

I think that I shall sell the mirror on the wall,
The face therein is not like me at all.

Copyright; Bernard Shaw
Email: bsure@chello.at

Holy mother full of grace,

Bless my boyfriends sexy face,

keep him from the girls I hate,

For we were meant to be soul mates,


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