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Blow-Up Dolls - Poem by VICTORIA GEORGE

In the grotty welsh village of Spall
Lives a shepherd doing feck all
His sheep he has eaten
He spends his time sleepin'
And selling his home made sex dolls

He’s sold quite a few on e-Bay
A fiver is all they need pay
For their plastic pal
A real blow up gal
Life-like in every possible way

One day a buyer gave Neut-ral
“There’s liquid all over my doll”
The shepherd said “Yes
I have to confess…
Before sending, I try out them all”

copyright Victoria George

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 2, 2008

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