Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Mr. Shrewd (Co-written with Bhavika)

Are you nude?
Stop being so lewd!
So that the boys stop being queued
Waiting for a glance of you in the nude
The boys them will start a full blown feud
They keep looking for you, their eyes all skewed
But what can you do, you can't let anyone intrude
And when your skirt flewed
Their eyes, they remained glued
Their mouths, they mewed
They were dying to be sexually screwed, to be physically glued
And make your precious time valued
But they daren't make a move for they'd be sued
Although, one guy did dare, his name Mr. Shrewd
He entered your tent where his loving plans were immediately misconstrued
As the guard, he did not blink, but quickly slewed
But his dick, it promisingly did protrude
And the girl with the skirt that flewed
Sat on poor dead Mr. Shrewd
And so she one sidedly screwed
And that seemed so crude
His limbs lay beside him, limply strewn
When she came gloriously with heaving breaths a few
She got up feeling false fortitude
And then she sat in solitude
Being at a tangent of a different altitude
And so the story ends my dear friends don't feel blue feel proud and true
For reading this all the way through

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