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Click hereTerry met her with beautiful flowers
right under the town-church's towers
then fell to his knee,
"Will you marry me?
I beg you, with all my love's powers!"
But the girl of his heart was just spoiled
so his entire planning was foiled.
She had high reaching dreams
climbing up to extremes
so in vain his knee he had soiled.
"Good lord, I just have to deny
your proposal, and not 'cause I'm shy.
If you should get rich
my opinion will switch.
Maybe gold would be something to try!"
So she laughed and did send him away
along with the bridal bouquet.
A nice but poor man
was just not her plan,
Only money would tempt her to stay.
Like a princess of Egypt of old
being showered with jewels and gold,
on the banks of the Nile
being rich she would smile,
but for far less her cherry was sold.
On a street in Delaware's Dover
lay a gold ring, for which she bent over.
Her skirt rose too high
exposing her thigh.
She was seen by an old lustful rover.
When that old tramp went across the street,
he saw her, bent over, so sweet.
Her rear in the air,
he thought it was fair
to give her a taste of his meat.
So he lifted her expensive skirt
to give her a nice little squirt.
In the midst of the town
her panties came down
and fell onto the street's mud and dirt.
The spoiled girl just could not react,
of any resistance she lacked.
She was totally shocked,
her thinking just blocked,,
and the tramp was aware of this fact.
His meat was so juicy and thick
and already hard like a stick.
Inserting his cock
gave her a great shock,
he grunted enjoying his pick.
He fucked her in midst of the crowd,
and did it noisy and loud.
Her cherry was popped,
but he never stopped,,
until she was thoroughly plowed.
Later on she awoke from her trance
and looked at the gold found by chance.
There were words on the ring
and she read with a sting
"I'm just plastic and was made in France"
So that's how her cherry was lost
to a vagrant whose path she had crossed.
Her dreams of the Nile
had made her just vile,
and sweet Terry she found was the cost.
So take care when you plan to deny
a humble but loveable guy
and think of it, honey,
there's more than just money
that can tempt the wandering eye!
Been a long time since I have seen something like this roll across the poetry realm! So good! So funny! So Sad! So freaking True! Lovely! Thank you!