Luscious Larry

Rookie (4/1/69 / Greece)

She Gets Lunch In The City - Poem by Luscious Larry


T he Pavement
Pounds my Feet

Like Jabs from Cassius Clay and
My Head Turns on a
Swivel like Linda Blair

Getting Her Rug Munched. Black Suit?

'Where you at bitch? '

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

These mean streets are
HELL on a
Hot Chick like me. I Walk Across
one of those Sidewalk Blowing

Things and my Skirt Blows Up like
Marilyn Monroe's did......
and I stand there
smiling and I Pass Gas......

c.l.i.c.k.c.l.a.c.k.c.l.i.c.k.c. l.a.c.k.

Comments about She Gets Lunch In The City by Luscious Larry

  • Gold Star - 13,603 Points Bri Edwards (1/8/2013 12:36:00 AM)

    hey LL, i laughed aloud at gas passing act. my wife would say you are such a teenager. (to me that is) (to you too i suppose) ....what is the black suit about? i think i know what rug-munching is although i would like you to make a short dvd for me so i can SEE this poem. bri (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 29,672 Points * Sunprincess * (1/2/2013 9:31:00 PM)

    laughing out loud this is so hilarious..thanks for the laugh my friend. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 2, 2013

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