If only a comb-over could protect
the bald knobs of your bed posts
from the sun burn of your 13 watt.

Maybe instead, I'm the Sun
of a bitch
with the glow like an eels erection.

Alice in Wonder-bras....
I can't flip her tits like pancakes, but
at least they taste better with natures syrup.
So cum join me in my sunroom and
we'll plug ourselves in the corner,
where the sun doesn't shine.

Her pitty-coat reminds me of a story;
One where a rabbit travels so deep
into his favortie hole,
Only to shed a few white hairs at the
end of the tunnel.

Make me hop like a bunny.