by Uncle Pervey
Structually, not the best of Uncle Pervey's rapidly growing body of perverted pleasure poetry.
This one needs to go back in the bushes for some more playtime.
Into the bush
uncle pervey went
squeezed the juice
till pussy was spent
You know what would be fun? How about trying a poem that is actually about pussy "juice." It's bottled and sold. You can describe the long lines at the grocery store, or maybe the factory where it's made. Is that too crazy? Pussy Juice with Vitamin C added--fresh squeezed. Just think of the possibilities.