Tuesday, May 20, 2008

robot tits to the maxx























A poem by me.

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Oh oh dear
My tiny baby robot tits to the maxx
But a lemon sprinkle upon the Bat-man's blossoming bosom
If the clouds of Hercules did lemon sprinkle upon the milk of great Boo Berry's teat
The mountanous goat of yonder did he ever reach
the robot tits to the maxx
Little beep-boop-bops pitter-plunk upon my robot's little vaginal district
A kind of eroticism only aluminum foil can endure
But a pitter pat of the huneysuckle upon the teat of a robot mama
Milking the living fuck out of her blossoming melontits
From the monks of April
Till the dawn of joy and candy cane urethras 
Gort's fellow friends doth state;
"Gort! Klaatu barada nikto!"
To prevent destruction of thy tittious earth,
And beyond the trees,
Gort's vats of jumblying urine,
Do speak the spack of spotted weasel breasted testicles
Hanging above the ever nuturing blobbousphere of the planet.
I do wish upon these tittums,
Til the day they implodered the plants of Bornio.

-c.c. boggleywumpus-maher-ni-hannn.

3 comments:

owen said...

whoa, nice eroticism!

special cat girl said...

now that's sexy.

Mechanica said...

You're a regular Lewis Carroll.