SIGNS OF THE TIMES
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Fuckme Somemore
The Foolish Cumtwatta
By: Dr. Souse
In the Cumtwata town of Cumfuckusgalore,
There lived a cumtwatta named Fuckme Somemore,
Who searched in the gricklegrass all the long day
For a gootube to spoogelube Hershee highway.
She wanted a flesh rod of gringulous height,
With blood knots and crinkcrots and bibulous bite,
But the only crotch snorkel she saw within sight was the Dorkball's,
Which she thought was not just the right type.
The Dickwads all lived in Hotshitpopyourcherry,
A place good Cumtwattas should never tarry,
But who did appear on the scrofulous shore,
But the Cumtwatta know as Miss Fuckme Somemore?
The Dickwads all gathered, the Dickwads all cheered,
A fresh, unfucked Cumtwatta at last had appeared!
Whose spendiforous 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 plumped her tight buttski and numbed her brownbank,
They rammed it and crammed it and jammed stinkystank.
While poor little Fuckme could scarce catch a breath,
The long willie weasels near fucked her to death.
And who did arrive to save her dumb ass?
The Dorkball, of course, who 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 the corner,
For any degeneerate, pus-head, Jack Horner,
Bending over and over, she opens her squack,
For a jigger of whisky, or bowl of bad crack.
And wishes to goodness she never did roam
From the Dorkball she married, and her happy home.
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