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Click hereWiley Coyote was the critter's name,
And chasing the Roadrunner was his game.
He promised himself if he caught that bird,
He'd cornhole that Roadrunner til he came!
Wiley Coyote had the strangest urge,
He had a hard on that he couldn't pass.
When he thought of that bird his dick got hard,
He wanted to rip that Roadrunner's ass!
Wiley Coyote finally got his chance,
When he sneaked up and caught that bird one day!
He grabbed that Roadrunner around the neck,
He grinned and he giggled "It's time to play!"
Wiley's cock jumped in anticipation,
He pressed it against Roadrunner's asshole.
He shoved it in and the Roadrunner squawked,
Wiley grinned and asked "How you like THIS pole?"
That Roadrunner chirped and grunted and beeped,
While Wiley Coyote just laughed and bayed.
When Wiley finished he let the bird go,
Wiley called to the bird, "Have a good day!!"
is a boy. oh... never mind.
well, this doesn't have the classic over-the-cliff ending or something blowing up. though, I suppose something did blow, so never mind, again.
interesting poem. :)
pay no attention to the thermometer. there's no way to rate poems like this.