Shayd Poem by Alex Barber

Shayd



Sounds like a name for a guy.
To me, maybe not to you.
Flying, funny, silly.
Sexy cartoon.
I like those horny cartoons.
Horns on her head.
Shame on you, dirty mind.
I liked her so much.
Now she's played.
Fly on Shayd, without me.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,lifestyle
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