Fuckme, the Foolish Cumtwatta.

In the Cumtwatta town of Cumfuckusgalore,
there lived a Cumtwatta named Fuckme Somemore.

She searched in the gricklegrass
all the long day,
for a goo tube to spooge lube
her hershey highway.

She wanted a flesh rod of gringulous height,
with blood knots and crinkcrots and bibulous bite,
But the only crotch snorkel that she saw in sight
was the Dorkball's,
which she thought,
was not the right type.

The Dickwads all lived in Hotshitpopyourcherry,
A place where good Cumtwattas never should tarry,
But who did appear on that scrofulous shore
But the Cumtwatta known as Miss Fuckme Somemore.

The Dickwads all gathered,
the Dickwads all cheered,
a fresh, un-fucked Cumtwatta
at last had appeared!

Whose splendiforous sphincters
to every dick shouted
for wads and more wads
deep inside to be spouted!

With wrinklerods handy and ready to spear,
they bent her twatwatta and pushed 'gainst her rear.

They plumbed her tight buttski
and numbed her brownbank.
They rammed it and crammed it
and jammed stinkystank.

While poor little Fuckme could scarce catch her breath,
the long willie weasels near fucked her to death.

And who did arrive to save her dumb ass?
The Dorkball, of course,
who had loved the bitch lass!

He brought her back home to Cumfuckusgalore,
and wiped the dick gunk
from her southernmost pore.

She asked very sweetly that Dork take her back,
but he said,"FUCK OFF, Fuckme!"
And gave her the sack.

Now she's grungy and spungy and works on a corner
for any degenerate, pushead Jack Horner.

Bending over and over, she opens her squack
for a jigger of whiskey or a bowl of bad crack.

And she wishes to goodness she never did roam
from the Dorkball she married and her happy home.....


-End-


A poem about love by Dr Sauss