You evil bag so plump and full, my bane,
you nasty slut, your walls I'll drain.
How long do you think this tease will last?
I'll pick you up, and on my table, you, I'll cast.
Tearing away, your cover, I'll get right to your flesh,
I grab you, nibble you, stuff you in my mouth, so fresh!
I can't touch you a bit and then walk away,
Your entirety I must have now, your allness I will slay.
There are other options, better off I would always be,
leaving you on the store shelf, lonely for eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your or you evil bag? Just curious. :) You can't just eat one. But there is ONE more option: add dip! This is a beaut! ! To MyPoemList. This one begs to be added to my June 'showcase'. Any takers? Btw, did you really fix a '55 rusty heap and seek sages? ? :) bri