Driver In The Woods Poem by Allan James Saywell
Driver In The Woods
He was a Tiger in bed
Due mainly to the length of his driver
He met his match
When he encountered a Tigress
In the Woods
She scratched his face
And buried his balls in a hole
He was never happy for a hole for one
Transgressions he knew none
When he met a pretty Tigress
It wasnt' just his hat he dipped
With his extra long carbon tip
Thursday, April 26, 2012
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4/16/2024 11:29:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Allan you are a good poet keep on writting