My choad is lonely

A lonely choad

I am alone,

all on my own.

Fatter than long,

sing me a song.

 

Find me a bucket,

so i can ram.

There i will dribble,

into your quibble.

 

You queef onto me,

now i am free.

My come is green,

it has a sheen.

 

But in the end,

My soft bell end.

I anm a choad,

this lonely choad.

Author's Note

This is a story of connor tansley

Reviews

[Jessica]

That is good....real good.....