Somehow I found out that we are writting poetry today...I think...So here's mine.
I fill the bottles full of salt, and I tell you Pa it's not my fault! I wasen't horsin round I swear, T'was not lookin yonder at ma's Deriere. Sometimes I know when I sets the table, I feel my manstick all ready and able, I stare over checked cloth and see, my curvy Ma sterin back at me. Her lips is wet all sexy like and her busom heavin to feed a tyke. I see in her eyes what no son should see, a look like Ma wants me seaxually.
I know its wrong, its sick an' bad, I twood never fuck my Mommy Dad! That trollop, that whore, that satan's bride, She be-twitched me Pa, my good sense died! I came down this day from my nightly slumber with a little bit of mornin lumber. Ma's in the kitchen all makin eggs, And I came in and saw her STARK BARE LEGS! Ma turned round when she herd me gasp and looked me over and her hands did clasp, the nekkind woman who was my Mother, then spoke to me asif I was another, " My son my son now come to me your Pa's at work and no one will see, Let me stroke and caress you as only mothers hands could do."
Now Pa if Im Lyin Lord strike me dead, I did not let Ma trick me into bed. My wood stayed hard you got me there, but I never even stroked her hair! The guys in school say Mom is hot, and with that fact I slight them not, But we didn't fuck on the kitchen table, like a married couple married under God is able.
She didn't poke me up the ass, and my mouth wern't spewin out dirty sass. She didn't let me eat her out and "Ma Oh MA!" I din' shout. And nither one of us reached that magical place where time slows down as well as space. I wll say Pa Im suprised your home, But what you saw wasn't Ma on my bone. I was helpin her clean up you see,wich is why were nakid and on our knee. A cat came in and made a mess, and I didn't want my Ma to stress. The cat was bad a naughty fella, knocking over knocking over the salt and celea(rey).
He stain some manyonase upon Ma's dress and made my clothes not fit to bless. So that's really the story you see, Pa please point that shotgun away from me! No don't shoot Ma that dreadful sound! You blew a hole through her boobs so round! Oh Pa O.k. mabye I did her a little, but after the accident it ain't like YOU can diddle. Oh shit Im sorry, I didden't mean...'CLICK' 'BAM'.
Thank you.
Scottalotbastard
I fill the bottles full of salt, and I tell you Pa it's not my fault! I wasen't horsin round I swear, T'was not lookin yonder at ma's Deriere. Sometimes I know when I sets the table, I feel my manstick all ready and able, I stare over checked cloth and see, my curvy Ma sterin back at me. Her lips is wet all sexy like and her busom heavin to feed a tyke. I see in her eyes what no son should see, a look like Ma wants me seaxually.
I know its wrong, its sick an' bad, I twood never fuck my Mommy Dad! That trollop, that whore, that satan's bride, She be-twitched me Pa, my good sense died! I came down this day from my nightly slumber with a little bit of mornin lumber. Ma's in the kitchen all makin eggs, And I came in and saw her STARK BARE LEGS! Ma turned round when she herd me gasp and looked me over and her hands did clasp, the nekkind woman who was my Mother, then spoke to me asif I was another, " My son my son now come to me your Pa's at work and no one will see, Let me stroke and caress you as only mothers hands could do."
Now Pa if Im Lyin Lord strike me dead, I did not let Ma trick me into bed. My wood stayed hard you got me there, but I never even stroked her hair! The guys in school say Mom is hot, and with that fact I slight them not, But we didn't fuck on the kitchen table, like a married couple married under God is able.
She didn't poke me up the ass, and my mouth wern't spewin out dirty sass. She didn't let me eat her out and "Ma Oh MA!" I din' shout. And nither one of us reached that magical place where time slows down as well as space. I wll say Pa Im suprised your home, But what you saw wasn't Ma on my bone. I was helpin her clean up you see,wich is why were nakid and on our knee. A cat came in and made a mess, and I didn't want my Ma to stress. The cat was bad a naughty fella, knocking over knocking over the salt and celea(rey).
He stain some manyonase upon Ma's dress and made my clothes not fit to bless. So that's really the story you see, Pa please point that shotgun away from me! No don't shoot Ma that dreadful sound! You blew a hole through her boobs so round! Oh Pa O.k. mabye I did her a little, but after the accident it ain't like YOU can diddle. Oh shit Im sorry, I didden't mean...'CLICK' 'BAM'.
Thank you.
Scottalotbastard
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My name's Macbastard.
I rollerskate faster
than a jive cold turkey.
I dance hurkey jurkey
when I bust a fat rhyme
the bitches fall in line
and after that
I have sex with their vaginas!