This is the start of a poem I was inspired with this morning, for reasons of back pain upon waking.
I call it "The Monthly Charge"
The bees are massing in their hive
And with the multi-faceted eyes
They're scouting down the passageway
That runs between my warrior's thighs
I have ideas for more verses bu no time atm to work on it. Icing cookies.
I call it "The Monthly Charge"
The bees are massing in their hive
And with the multi-faceted eyes
They're scouting down the passageway
That runs between my warrior's thighs
I have ideas for more verses bu no time atm to work on it. Icing cookies.
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Oh ho.
-- Rum