Ode to My Hole

 

 

my hole's got soul
it'll grab your pole
it's hotter than a goddam casserole
and tighter than my budget
just try an' nudge it
one stroke and you'll be outta control

my hole's got pull
go fill it full
and the milkin'll feel ineffable
studs think they're real stoic
but they get all Mesozoic
when they pull their thighs over my wool

my hole's got style
that'll make you smile
on my back, on my side, or doggystyle
I wrote this poem
So I can show'em
how much it's worth their horndog while.

 

© 2008 Gregor Everitt