Friday, 10 October 2014

At 5, The Sloth

Peculiar; she grew a separatist
From the summit she wished to preexist
Her queries locomoted and evinced
Then corporality aroused to daunt her fringe
So she sampled the shuddery infliction
Her tongue went on a vacation
The bonhomie she savoured and pincushioned
Appeared to be a prurient diversion
Then she flaked out in the shoetree till dusk
She casted aside the crumbled musk
She decompressed and suspired her trust
At 5, she agnized her latent lusk

-PRK-

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