The Prank Poem by Phil Soar
The Prank
In the cold light of day
At the break of the dawn
Standing there naked
With little less on
Bemoaning my luck
As I had a hard on
And nothing to do but to wank
So I stood there and prayed
That it would go away
It was god’s way of playing a prank
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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