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Saturday, May 05, 2012

A gurning poem

A gurning poem

My darling I'm thinking
Of you and your gurning
I feel a deep yearning
A yearning, a burning,
For your clever gurning,
So tasteful, discerning,
I'm yearning I'm burning
My stomach is churning
Is churning with yearning
Is turning and churning,
Is flipping and turning,
My lover, your gurning
Is turning,
Is
Turning
Is 

  Turning
 ME
ON.

5 comments:

flipsockgrrl said...

That's very nearly Cole Porter-esque.

epicormicgrowth said...

I snorted, indecorously.

TimT said...

I'll take the Cole Porter comment on file and be sure to sing the poem, 1920s Broadway style, to everyone at the pub next week. Thanks for the nice comments and indecorous snorting, everyone.

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