I am like jar twisted, cuckoo
because I don't have the wife.
I am searching for the young girl
to the bed and into the bathtub.
Give young girls,
jump up to feather quilts
until I have the willingness,
until I have desire!
I am excellent, really,
because I am on five!
I like very to twirl
and do it with a girl
I love women, and they me also.
Unfortunately, sometimes
I have the desire and...
on a doubtful virtue
and other then are angry
and aren't giving it to me,
that, and that and what
I only want...
So walk to me young girls
and be, like the pliant springs
and everything will be
beautiful, wonderful!
OK! Treasure, darling,
as far as the morning will find us.
Nice girls, flexible springs
love me and love me, fast...
and hi!
:)))
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poem satire written in March 2002r.
Maria Barbara Korynt
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My explanation which proved necessary.
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This is satire about about the skirt-chaser (male) . - without other implied meanings. 'young girls' - doesn't mean children.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem well written