by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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She tried not to get laid,
at least until she was paid.
But no one wanted to pay,
all they wanted was to play.
"I'm a hooker,
not a game booker.
I wants my money,
you get it honey."
Honey wasn't listening,
but his eyes were glistening.
His mind was on the goods,
didn't care about nasty moods.
He did the rabbit hop,
kept on and wouldn't stop.
Finally it all ended,
then he descended.
He handed her the money,
her eyes turned sunny.
He didn't mind paying the price,
cause she was super nice.
Later on he got laid,
it was the price he paid.
He should have ignored the hooker,
but couldn't cause she was a looker.
His last lay was six foot under,
the result of his sexual blunder.
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|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|I hear the game is quite decieving and misleading. Looks good on those that participate. If they only knew what these dear girls lives had been, they would be helping them instead of humpping them.|
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|He got what was coming~
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
|Despite the humor, you send one good message that men should heed. Well done. Victor|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|I told you NOT to do that Grady!!
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Oh my, enjoyed..Enjoy your holidays..Hugssssssss|
|Reviewed by Michael Mathieu
|You never know what kind of chance your taking.
This will, maybe make someone think of what lies ahead.