Ozzy Lout

The Word Dinner Makes Me Hungry - Poem by Ozzy Lout

Just got back from the barbie
frozen kangaroo steaks again
i like kangaroo steaks
they jump around in my stomach
i like it as much as a ladyboy's love
or the feel of the warm fuzzy beard of Hubris in my bed at night
keeping me warm like a nasty blanket
but i don't like eating kangaroo steaks in bed
incase i bounce on to the floor in my dreams

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  • (4/26/2005 7:09:00 AM)

    His Homeynence prefers Sour Kraut with his kangaroo.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 25, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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