Blushing Poem by Phil Soar

Blushing



I used to blush a lot when I was younger
The slightest innuendo turned me red
However, now my face is slightly longer
It takes a lot to make me blush instead

The years have left me slightly dirty minded
I see the filth in quite the weirdest things
Dolly Parton’s greatest tits have had me blinded
And I love the way they wobble when she sings

Thursday, May 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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