She waved her arms, beckoning him to come
She smiled so sweetly and wiggled her bum
He was so excited, he started to run
She opened her mouth, his blood to suck
Being a male spider is pure bad luck
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She waved her arms, beckoning him to come
She smiled so sweetly and wiggled her bum
He was so excited, he started to run
She opened her mouth, his blood to suck
Being a male spider is pure bad luck
Posted on July 23, 2015 at 2:54 AM in Poetry, William | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
Very humourus
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