Glackenshmucker - Poem by kym rowe
The Pool cleaner is having a shit,
The pain is constant, blood is flowing.
Reichenschmucker is here, here to stop the pain,
To fill his ass with glee.
The babbling baloney of Rowieschmucker,
Skylarking and chiacking fills the play ground,
With little boys screams.
And then they are gone.
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