Up Her Skirt Poem by James McLain

When the element become the spots on the jacket.
Pulls out his notes and the note of the distinctive cat.
Being such is he who the sweater she wears underneath
her skirt.
Flirt as flirts as are wants such as that that you have there
and any condition has not been attached to the body wants
such are your lovelies.
Comes the mother of this person and the cherry of the red eye
where it blinks and it can be wrapped around the grinningly
he laughing kisses it and in it the wind whispers.
The cutting of the thin flower broad-mindedness
and elegance and exposes the kissers of the peel
as the oranges of green rich is pink in the place where the woman it seems picks the shell she wears each day.
God of the holly of the hotly is black satin where she sings of longevity. The window is closed unlocked but the shade released suddenly to be rereleased, until being inside thrown, however directly never escaping which she arranged, prolonged.
Too many conquests he comes back as the child now a man
and back to her back whom is teaching.
People it is by she when she wishes to take hold of the harp
come it whispers to sing do not cancelle.