If it weren't for the beauty salon …..
which gave her the perm,
OR for the way she walked in heels,
which was almost-a-squirm,
OR for the way she felt in his presence…
(her tiny nipples got FIRM) ,
OR for how his 'thing' got so LONG,
like a stretching earthworm,
OR for how her freshly-freed egg cell ….
ENGULFED ……his wriggling sperm,
[[ IF (only) IT WEREN'T FOR 'that'! ! ]]
THEN ……..I might not be now writing this poem;
for THAT, I've my parents to thank. YOU truly do owe ‘em.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If it weren't for two drunken youths, in a small town with nothing to do, I would have just been a figment, without the privilege of never to read this. God bless young peoples promiscuity and lack of protection! Fantastic read