Daoust

Daoust, Daoust whose balls were blue
Was feeling rather horny
His thoughts strayed to the rolling pin
And he conjured up an evening of intrigue with the Missus
He was going to invade her like a rabbit might his mate
With his throbbing 3 inch manhood
So Daoust decided how to get things nice and steamy with the Missus
First, an evening drive to the dump, and then some backroad in the Le Sabre.
Then he'd toss off his Denver Hayes' revealing his purple polka dotted g-string
Then he'd eat her liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.


*Disclaimer* This is the worst poem (if you want to call it that) or piece of writing period that I have ever written.

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I have faith in a few things - divinity and grace
But even when I'm on my knees I know the devil preys