James The King - Poem by Christina Sunrise
There is a King
who scans the town,
He has the jewels
under his crown.
Above his little spiky hair,
he wears his Goofy underwear.
No one knows what’s in his mind,
dirty thoughts of every kind.
Looking up at pretty girls skirts,
dreaming of what’s in the shirts.
In his mind he takes them home,
he always ends up all alone.
In his home he shakes his bone,
until he starts to moan and groan,
he's Italian like my friend Tone.
Going sadly off to bed,
crying cuz he gets no head.
anxious to see me again,
too bad for him
we are only friends.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.23,2011
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