Here Come The Girls

poem

 

The s***s are out

In their droves,

Hitching skirts and rides.

The roads

Are piled high

in disregard,

As marching cleavages

Try hard

To be the first

To get half-cut.

More than the last,

Each one a s**t.

Forget the bra

You’ve come undone,

and have the bad boys

on the run.

Reviews

[Skin]

Ah yes indeed
Very good Munki very good

[Fleur-de-lys]

Reminds me of last night in Amsterdam. hehe