Ode to a wet willy
dedicated to my best friend's future husband
out of no where you appear
plunging into my ear
it's the worst feeling
but i keep on believing
my finger will have the last say
until another one of yours comes my way
not only in my ear
they find their way up my nose, oh dear
when i imagine your finger isn't near
finding its way into my ear
our friendship just isn't the same
and this poem really does sound lame
but, friend please don't forget
you may live to regret... ... ...
out of no where you appear
plunging into my ear
it's the worst feeling
but i keep on believing
my finger will have the last say
until another one of yours comes my way
not only in my ear
they find their way up my nose, oh dear
when i imagine your finger isn't near
finding its way into my ear
our friendship just isn't the same
and this poem really does sound lame
but, friend please don't forget
you may live to regret... ... ...
posted by carls at
6:14 PM
2 Comments:
your poem made me giggle,
but my finger likes to wiggle,
it will wiggle for the hole you call your ear.
I think its entertaining,
when your ear is wet like raining,
oh that wet and hollow hole you hold so dear.
oh it is so very wack,
when you think you get me back,
but i must say you seldom get quite near.
you see you always get above,
and this i dearly love,
but you never really got me in the ear.
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Anonymous, at 12:15 AM
oh .. and your poem was incorrectly formatted... i expect better then that coming from a music teacher dognabbit! .. but i luv ya newayz! ...
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Anonymous, at 12:37 AM
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