Monday, October 26, 2015

Dodge Ball Class

Gym class in, gym class out,
foaming at the mouth,
like a pirate raiding stout.

hand on ball,
ball on ass,
stamping a petite ass.
How did she get all that in dem, jeans?  
Call that a discrete mass.
No doctors scripting,
drawers jog when waking,
but no booty shorts in half-life class.

Pick a ball, run for the wall, if you fall,
make sure it’s on a doll, not the kind you blow-up,
but one that gets manicured, pedicured from the toe-up


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