The Girl Next Door Poem by soren Barrett
The Girl Next Door
I was four when the girl next door taught me how to kiss
She was older and a little bolder, she didn't aim to miss
The little wenchy gave me a frenchy, tongue drilling for oil
Being a little bloke I started to choke and her passion it did foil
I thought it crass that she grabbed my ass and gave me a lift
I started to wheeze and then to sneeze, a green bugar was her gift
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