"Coydog County" The Golden Babe known as Roadkill used the protection of the stag, To shield her tame beauty from the disorderly coyote nag-- Yip & Yap--Roadkill heard their lusting sounds, Knowing the bucolic South offered Bigfoot hounds-- Here: almost deep, South; specifically, Arkansas, Where the bog be muddy, and there stank a "no shit" law; Thus, Roadkill knew she was safe from the heavy-heated, romantic stakes, For some living-near-grocery-store hunters want coyote steaks.
"Ice Goddess & Eternal Virgin" Oh come on--Harridans don't be afraid; It's okay that a bloated snake you got paid-- Ice & Virginity just want 2 talk 2 u, Offering the sublime synergy of untouchable, Arctic Virtue; Indeed, elegant ladies and empowered skanks don't play 4 the same team-- Some are divine--others, just plain & mean. Too: I wouldn't mind if my daughter was an exotic stripper, But never a double yummy cocktail dipper. Post Script: Fond of Lemurs.
"JANGO cloning law--4 infertile people" W. Bush said: "Boy--there will be no cloning." Yet what of the semi-innocent lonely & moaning? Yes, possibly--aspects of consciousness can be contained in a single cell, And that may be the resurrection of a madman's hell; Still, 2 people haunting as the Hunter's Moon Can sexually forge a selfish anti-boon; Alas, love might be greater if it is just you Instead of a spouse's cruel smile always glaring back at you.
"Shmoo Rules!" So ridiculous, yet some souls are eager to be alive, Tasting better than Navy Seals--their combat style offering no Jazz Turkey Jive; Moreover, we know Voltaire wrote of butt cheeks being eaten, Yet to succumb to delicious hate makes their appetites defeat'n; Thus, have your offspring asexually--if moralists allow 4 Jango Fett's clones, And eagerly jump into the frying pan if a wolfman wants to devour your bones, Or for him--lay an egg-- How sweet: Shmoo loves that Saint Francis did beg.
"Little, Cyborg King" Ladies & Germs, according 2 the Queen's English--this man was a cyborg Yankee, Being forged during the Carter Administration when there was office work Hanky Panky; As a result--not the 6 Million Dollar Man, Yet an artificial pacemaker & cardioverter defibrillator made him have a football plan-- Playing running back & punter @ Slippery Rock U, Say'n: "Hasta La Vista, Baby!" 2 many an adoring shrew. Never 2 old 2 kick my tuff/expired Dad in the ribs, 4 he resides in the Valkyrian Ambition--where blonde babes spill no fibs.
"Foxy Virgo" Freddie the fox--under neon-glitter of star-kissed night, Searched for Omega-3 beneath the crescent silver of Luna's light, Hurting in the heart as a proud hunter had trapped Her Scorpio/coyote boyfriend aligned within her soul's map; Thus, she didn't howl or scowl in life's direction-- Only being foxy as wisdom feeds her best intention.
"Dating Androids?" Women--no longer complain about premature, fluidic culmination-- Unless, adoring mercurial entry for purpose of remembered penetration; Next, men--she will be programmed not to cheat-- Unless, cerebral network hacked by machine gods wishing your defeat-- All in all, the android's soul is forged by a past resonating futureways, Offering the silicon chance to have another wondrous craze. * * * * * * * Yes--your iPhone dreams, And if wise--it might scare the Pandemonium into you.
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