Cot Poem by Lamar Cole

Cot



The night was humid and warm.
Clifton and Violet were humping so hard on a shag green rug.
That they got rug burns.
They only stopped to put ointment on the sore spots.
Then took their humping to a cot.

Sunday, November 26, 2017
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