A Wretched Little Poem about Horrid Fictitious People

Useless Slavic elbow candy,
Finds that life is fine and dandy,
Her husband thinks she’s never horny,
Or so he tells his new friend Stormy,

“I swear to you she’s never randy,
Her cunt is dry and also sandy,”

So says the man who’s never home,
She calls the doorman on her phone,
On lazy Sundays, they do bone.

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