Wednesday, September 08, 2004

The Pirate

Another example of my rancid poetry...

'The Pirate'

The boy asked the pirate as he passed by
"What's with the patch across your eye?"
The pirate replied, "If truth be told,
It's because my eye is made of gold
My teeth are mostly made of steel
I've a silver-plated achilles heel
My knees and elbow joints are tin
My right foot's an ingot I found in a bin
You'll find a zinc foot within my left sock
And inside my pants, an iron cock
My wife also has her own metal bits
Like her jewel-encrusted solid gold tits"


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