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Introduction
All
scenes depicted in this poem are true representations of actual events
(Really. It's my SHORT-term memory that's stuffed.)
Mammaories
of Birth
Heavenly sleep
in this womb I call home
Though maybe
just a little alone
When suddenly
from my embrionic slumber
I find myself
being wrenched asunder
By a great
big claw
in rubber glove
And a ferocious voice
yelling "SHOVE GIRL!, SHOVE!!"
With all my
might
I resist its gain
But alas, alas
it's all in vain
For after one
last great
pelvic thrust
I'm on the floor
all covered in dust
But I won't
give in
return I must
To that one true home
for which I lust
So, following
a quick
prayer to the lord (they get ya early these Catholics)
I climb
up my umbilical chord
And upon seeing
that deep red (here comes the sex)
vagina fire
I experienced my very first
sexual desire
But midway
through
my desperate lunge
I was confronted
by a great big sponge
Which proceeded
to wipe me
free from slime
As I despaired at having reached
'the end of the line'
BUT!, my despair
soon turned
back into lust
For those two big tits
that were before me thrust
No more have
I thoughts
of longing for home
For with women out here
I won't be alone
Copyright;
Vince Venero
Email:
vino@accsoft.com.au
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