Dear Unknown Wench.......You Wishes Poem by James McLain

Dear wench of wenches,

Merry..was round as the moons in your
slacks taken back no ex lax..the hem
was to short..as the skirt we wore out
...drinking bear in my car..then went
far.not all the way..to your house..mom
was glade you were home..went to bed
mom..came out..rubbed my head..lol..
hair fell out..told a tail..moved my hand..
took it back..than she yelled..put it back..
on her tail.
It was long I grew bored..brought me..back gave
me more..I got sick..had to much..not to drink..
all went well...) it(s..desperate..) it(s..not love
...) it(s.sm.ell..that winds..tail..) it(s..ahome..run....
..) it(s..thinking..she.is wired...