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Whore to the Core
written by sarah1008711:13 AM 3/20/05"Oh deary me" cried the whore in her house
"I have an unfilled hole"
"Lord be" yelled the whore in her house
"No male to fulfill this role"
And off she goes through the night,
to find any man for prey
To invite round for tea and crumpets
And entice them to stay.
But no men were found on this clear blue night
So she went a little closer
An ex with a large penis who is not so bright.
And there she made her den.
"My dear, my lovely, you can stay round mine
Have tea and crumpets with melting butter
and they will be devine."
Suffice to say he wanted what she wanted too
But to lead him on into a bed
Is not the right thing to do. |
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