Listen Hear DoughboyA Poem by Country Girl47
Listen here, Doughboy, your
Old lady, you cannot fool Cheating with Mrs. Butterworth Just is not too cool. You try to hide the truth from me, But her maple body spray I smell. Red lipstick, inside your shirt Is hers, those are ways I can tell. Those delicious nuts you have Added, as a special ingredient, too. Will soon be crushed and mixed With those crescent rolls she made for you. © 2015 Country Girl47Reviews
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