Its Robins breasts growing wiggling worms
a lot less clothes and the years first burn
It's the frolic of spring, lingering
in the tall grass nude, fingering
Blindly grasping earthly mounds
in passions reaching fingers pool
it took a moment before she knew
a handful of ants with stingers...
Or...April Fool!
My Buddies and I were out one night
In through the door came an erotic flight
Prettiest girl you have ever seen
dressed to kill and solo walking
Walked right up and gave me a kiss
"Hi there lover, miss me?" she hissed
Then turned and walked away seductively
"Dude, that is so cool ... really!"
'Not really ... that's April Fool!'
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