AAAAAAAAAA is penetrated by a Zebra
Copyright 2010 Living Poets Society
The love I feel is but a farse,
Like the sting of a vasp square on the arse,
I've tried all day but can't pretend,
I'm not in love with my zebra friend.
The way she wags her zebra tail,
Is sweeter than the finest ale,
Every single luscious stripe,
Exceed the predecessors hype.
Will we be dating?
And then procreating?
I might need sedation,
To subdue my elation.
[Fast forward to the next day]
I just had sex with my zebra pet,
And found the fellow was a man,
A fact that I chose to forget,
Because before I began,
I watched NEA's video (a twirling phallus!)
And became sexually confused,
But before you taunt me with your malice,
A doctor please- my arse is bruised
