I think this my first ever poem about a girl. Well, "girl" isn't really the right word since she's about to turn 40 (isn't that the age where people die of old age?). Inspired by Happy Sock.
The Sock is easy.
She'll do whatever you say.
She's a dirty whore!
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At least you got my name right this time.
I'm proud to be a diry whore. I've always hated baths...
BrownEye is a turd.
He lays around the backyard
And stinks up the grass.
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