WickedEve
save an apple, eat eve
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originally cliché poem
Lust shoveled in a bucket
and toted over yonder
to Ernest McGee.
Farmer and Hoe in the barn,
both blazing.
I pitched the contents on their fire
but passion leapt higher.
The loft ignited.
Sparks fell into the hay,
injured.
I soothed all three
with lust from the bottom of the bucket.
(Okay, no laughing at my poem)
Lust shoveled in a bucket
and toted over yonder
to Ernest McGee.
Farmer and Hoe in the barn,
both blazing.
I pitched the contents on their fire
but passion leapt higher.
The loft ignited.
Sparks fell into the hay,
injured.
I soothed all three
with lust from the bottom of the bucket.
(Okay, no laughing at my poem)