A POEM ABOUT REAL LOVE
POEM ABOUT REAL LOVE When the full moon transits Venus, Is when I start dreaming of gator Penis, Only in fall when leaves are golden, Doing hucklebuck like in days of olden. [still with me?] Now I'm running with tights so loose, The guys whistle seeing my lips of moose, A welcome change from hee-haws, Yes! I'm past menopause. [I'm on a roll! So spread me!!!] When days are chilly I'll eat clam chowder, Unadulterated by soy powder, No rigid veg can give me heat, Like a hot foot-long of gator meat. Oh my, Oh me I think I've got to pee. ---Lady Gee-Spot