My Sis's Anus Poem by James McLain

Going bye, ' my sis's anus
when lubricated and entry is her mind on the ring;
Her anus when it's near, 'Saturn breached was not difficult.
But because, I offered mouth to mouth to each month
my sister pushes the cloud tops back
and brown brown had such a clear veiw
and her surface comes much nearer to my window
thus wet it is like the fog most welcome
and alley of the comet of the lane of H
in her is deeply
and with my effort, it continues, spewing out
it's mass slung far out thereupon, the yellow sun.