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Vespers

Dartmouth boy stands at the foot of the bed,
Drops on a woman his little gold thread.
Hush! Hush! Stop him who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

God bless rummy! I know that’s right.
Wasn’t it fun drinking rum tonight?
The beer’s so cold, and the rum’s so hot.
Oh God bless vodka – I quite forgot.

I know it will make her get even more sore
If I pull out my pecker a little bit more.
It’s a beautiful red and it hasn’t a hood.
God bless my pecker; it’s so damn good.

It’s so damn good as I stand by the bed
And pull it out further right over her head
And I shut my eyes and I squeeze my hose
And I wet the woman from head to toes.

Oh Thank you God for a lovely day
And what was the other I had to say?
I said “Bless Rummy,” so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

Dartmouth boy stands at the foot of the bed,
Drops on a woman his little gold thread.
Hush! Hush! Stop him who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

Margaret Soltan, August 17, 2013 11:37AM
Posted in: poem

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