A Poem
The following is a an excerpt from my collection of very serious poetry. I’m very multitalented.
Let Me Know
Girls when you’re bloated
And feeling so bad,
just let us guys know
that you’re on the rag.
‘Cause guys just want sex
and that just can’t happen,
when your vag is stuffed
with a little white napkin.
So please save me the time
and save me the scheming,
because if I do come over
you’ll just keep on screaming.
We’ll fight for a while
then I’ll get some ice cream,
we’ll kinda make up
you will fondle my ween.
I will be hard like a redwood
but my balls will say “no!,
she’ll touch your manhood
but she will not blow.”
My reply is, “how true,
but my boys you’re in luck
because if she is raggin
I will just do her butt!”
You will squeem at first
you will try to resist,
but I will console you
and give you a kiss.
You’ll eventually consent
and long is the ride,
to figure which hurts worse
your butt or your pride.
You’ll walk funny to work
co-workers will wisper,
looks like she had quite
the night with her mister.
And before you know it
you’ll have a new name,
Sally the backseat blaster
Oh such a shame!
It’ll tear you apart
your life will be ruined,
because the night I came over
and we couldn’t get screwin.
So girls when you bleed
and bitch like a hag,
its in your best interest
to tell us guys you’re on the rag.
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MAY HAVE FOUND MY NEW FAVORITE ONE! This seriously brought tears...my eyes. BEST. POEM....
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