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A poem about blankets

  1. #1
    I put you on and I got too got hot

    I took you off then I got cold again

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    Warm and cozy just like a sheep
    when wrapped around I'm ready to sleep
    almost like being back in the womb
    Here we lay in my bedroom

    soft to the touch I feel your embrace
    I rub your fibers against my face
    none could know the bond we share
    silkened strands and soft horse hair

    Then when it's dark and none are awake
    in my hands my nob do take
    jerking off into your fleece
    thinking of my young step-niece

    Although 15 is all she is
    it's legal in poland so here's my jizz
    absorb it all my loving blanket
    until tomorrow when again I'll wank it.
  4. #4
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson Warm and cozy just like a sheep
    when wrapped around I'm ready to sleep
    almost like being back in the womb
    Here we lay in my bedroom

    soft to the touch I feel your embrace
    I rub your fibers against my face
    none could know the bond we share
    silkened strands and soft horse hair

    Then when it's dark and none are awake
    in my hands my nob do take
    jerking off into your fleece
    thinking of my young step-niece

    Although 15 is all she is
    it's legal in poland so here's my jizz
    absorb it all my loving blanket
    until tomorrow when again I'll wank it.

    doesnt rhymeth as much as it should.

    try using olde english.
  5. #5
    Originally posted by vindicktive vinny doesnt rhymeth as much as it should.

    try using olde english.



    Not all poetry is supposed to rhyme.
  6. #6
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson

    Not all poetry is supposed to rhyme.

    yes because not all poets are good.

  7. #7
    Originally posted by vindicktive vinny yes because not all poets are good.


    Another talentless critic...

    Which parts do you feel don't rhyme?
  8. #8
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson Another talentless critic…

    Which parts do you feel don't rhyme?

    most parts
  9. #9
    sheep -sleep
    womb -bedroom
    embrace-face
    share-hair
    awake-take
    fleece-niece
    is-jizz
    blanket-wank it.

    They all rhyme, maybe your Engrish is failing you?
  10. #10
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson sheep -sleep
    womb -bedroom
    embrace-face
    share-hair
    awake-take
    fleece-niece
    is-jizz
    blanket-wank it.

    They all rhyme, maybe your Engrish is failing you?

    how does womb even rhymes with bedroom.

    your english must be broken.
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    Instigator Naturally Camouflaged [the staring tame crusher]
    Aluminium
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    Originally posted by vindicktive vinny how does womb even rhymes with bedroom.

    your english must be broken.

    Um womb ...(bed)room...

    If you don't think that rhymes then yes, your Engrish is failing you
  13. #13
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson Um womb …(bed)room…

    If you don't think that rhymes then yes, your Engrish is failing you

    englishman must be prnouncing english differently.
  14. #14
    Originally posted by Instigator Aluminium

    delirium
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    Instigator Naturally Camouflaged [the staring tame crusher]
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  16. #16
    Originally posted by vindicktive vinny delirium

    Chingchongian retartedness confirmed.
  17. #17
    Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson Chingchongian retartedness confirmed.

    whats wrong with it.
  18. #18
    Instigator Naturally Camouflaged [the staring tame crusher]
    Do a poem about duvets.
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    duvets are gay
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    Originally posted by Instigator Do a poem about duvets.

    Years have passed and the blanket is gone
    aged and crusty it rode off to the sun
    A new love found to replace the old
    Just as warm it expels the cold

    fluffy and voluminous it's attributes abound
    when head is under it cuts out the sound
    of neighbors above grunting and grinding
    and demons can't get you while in it residing

    the name of this love is hard to define
    even harder is to find a rhyme
    but I'll encapsulate it in a cuvette
    The love in question is my new duvet
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