I can't get it out of my head,
It's driving me insane.
My dirty little fantasy,
Calling out my name.
I think about it in the shower,
And even sometimes at school,
Though the day and through the night,
Even the pool.
It's not your normal fantasy,
Not a steamy sensual scene,
No making out with a celebrity
In my dirty dream.
You see I have an obsession,
Sparks adrenaline in my blood.
I just want to skid and roll around,
In thick, glorious mud.
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I read, I write, I pretend to normal.
Why did the chicken cross the road To get to the other side.
Streams of white fly past my belly - Come on lass, give it some welly. Hot creamy liquid only buckets can measure Fingers are squeezing... Bring my morning pleasure This animal process...
Mirror mirror on the wall, Who is the prettiest of them all, With wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Someone who doesn't eat too many pies.
Why are your fingers so smelly, Wasn't your bath in time ready. Or your soap just felt down, Maybe no shops open in town. Oh why, oh why, Smellyfingers, Typing poems with smelly fingers.
What is with children... And the games they play. What is with children... And the funny stuff they say. What is with children... Acting all crazy. What is with children... Never feeling lazy.
( with apologies to Mr.
I always seem to write about I hate me etc so here at 10 positive things that I like about me... :s Firstly I am as tall as a tree There isn't a chance you're taller than me.
Dear Monday, How did you get here so fast. Surely, the weekend was built to last. Hazy, lazy, sunny days, Now seem...so far away. The sun still shines, The blue sky...
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