Touching Poem by Phil Soar

Touching



I love my genitalia
I touch it every day
Sometimes it's inappropriate
That's what my friends will say
Why do I feel the need to touch
Perhaps it's in my roots
I really can't give in too much
As it's messing up my suits!

Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,nonsense
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