Father, ' Most Humble Sir Poem by James McLain

What then well' acually, most humble sir.
Well, I don't have to do that but I don't have hers.
Well I love to shake her peaches, so you take this.
Well of wealth.
Wenching, wet panties and warm, wet rain.
What a little money has her then he does.
What do you see, 'after I have?
Come little fat man, what if any, I will find.
After the glitter fades like she already has.
What is a pen to a normal wet dream,
come to me father and let me hear one, amen.