||[May. 5th, 2005|12:20 am]
There was a young man, a bit tired of his hand; who wanted to get some action.|
Living at home, in the basement alone, with looks that did not get much attraction.
So he went to the mall, feeling ten feet tall, with an ego to make up for his size.
A bit bored with the sites, he sat down for a bite and gazed like a jackal out the window
and by said window did pass, a sweet piece of ass, that drove his body to rise
Aroused like a dream, sweat covering him like cream he ran to meet this young hotty
She whispered a name, quickly gone as it came, for he could not stop staring at her body.
Thinking style and aplomb his turned on hia charm, made with his best Don Juan.
She listened with a smirk, then slugged the dumb jerk, right in his unmentionable.
She told him take a hike, and said she was a dike, leaving him there on the lawn.
So alone yet again, with an ice pack on hand, he regretted getting up from his table.
What more could a boy need, but some lube and a screen,
To take the place of any woman, all he needed was dreams.
I wrote that a few years back.....is it bad that it still makes me chuckle?