Squantatoo

Squantatoo

A Poem by Dill Bagner

My Dingle-Dong left me
My balls are up tight
I can't get a whiff now
Not even a light

My sprinket is twisted
My tiptom is tight
Your spelly's got squimmers
Unless you don't fight.

© 2013 Dill Bagner


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Not bad, not bad.

I love the twemporitor in the second stanza, it just trowls like no other I've ever read.

You could definitely use some work on your Dorémpto, though.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on September 13, 2013
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Dill Bagner
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