Plumpudding - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Do I want it ? I Really now,
why do you ask, I have it, I will keep it
and no one will take it from me.
But that still leaves the great dilemma
about the pudding made from plums
being made squishy, between two bodies.
So were you thinking of getting
down onto your knees with me and we
would then clean up the mess?
Well, I don't mind the plumpudding
and the idea deserves consideration.
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