Wobbly thighs don't lieA Poem by SmokeyYour thighs don't lie and nor do I, So why then Skittle do you cry? His climax was nigh,his joy sublime, As you silently cursed your wobbly thighs But as the pains of insecurity wore you down, Your expression of ecstasy transformed into a frown, He tried to console you, as best he could do, But your thighs don't lie, and cows go 'moo' When you left him, on that fateful day, Your grandeur and splendor was whisked away, By Ben's Larry Lewis when you wanked off his pencil, I'm sure you enjoyed gargling his semen whilst caressing a stencil
Also you have hairy arms.....Sickkkk!
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