Phil Soar

Gold Star - 49,936 Points (28.06.1952)

The Prank - Poem by Phil Soar

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

Topic(s) of this poem: funny


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 3, 2015



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