Bri Edwards Red Poems

Perhaps you've read the tale of the red-tailed horse
who, after she ate eight bowls of ice cream, felt no remorse.
That night, feet uncovered, she slept on her couch (no small feat!) .
Like an arctic tern she did toss and turn, in her room with no heat.
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If Eden's Adam's BIG fig leaf you had upturned,
I think, your advances, he'd not have spurned.

Perhaps horny Adam needn't have lost any rib,
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