Friday, September 9, 2011

A Poem From A Chat Room.

It started so well, that late winter's night.
Quite hot she looked, i must say at first sight.
Her shirt she took off, with naught even a care.
And that's when i saw, this girl was covered in hair.
And so i said unto her, while i do crave some nookie.
I'll be damned my dear, if i sleep with a wookie.

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