Stop! Put them back!
Step away from the biscuits...
My God haunts, all the heretics,
Dirty, dirty word, cut me up to fix...
Oh sweet little Pussykins
Come sit upon my knee...
Sticky fingers sliding around
In a circular motion...
My man whom I completely trust
To take care of me in all trials...
Pen to paper the words pour out
Sometimes i curse i scream i shout...
Poop is smelly, sultry, deep
and full of secrets richly steeped...
Do you wanna bake some cupcakes?
Come on, you can't say no...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
Eyes are dry, my palms are sweaty
My clicking finger tired, but steady...
On the shelf, neglected
my Kama Sutra lies...
I think I would benefit more with
chocolate chip cookies than I do...