His Internal Devil Makes Him Do It…
During the first days of summer,
The devil does deflower a virgin,
He roams the Barrens in search,
Sniffing at the air, marking every birch…
His rod he is unable to quell,
Without a female he will stay in hell,
Search does he for a woman in heat,
That time of the month in the barrens,
Is a dangerous time, with your feet you should beat…
He passes campsites with young females,
Only the best will do to carry his seed to term,
It won’t take much to force himself; his grip quite firm,
It is not rape as far as he is concerned,
Just an age-old summer ritual to propagate the species…
After he does himself release,
He can go back to the deepest of the Barrens,
Where humans fear to tread or camp,
Even the park rangers give that place a wide berth,
There he will stay till comes the time for his offspring’s virgin birth…
© ed ~ 6/21/05
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Just thinking no more!!
Love Tinky
But all kidding aside, this is a great write, very well done, eddie! bravo!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
At Acme, it's not the canned goods that get you, Ed. It's the meat department. (regarding your comment on my poem) ;-)
RUFUZ better keep a better hold on ed's chain when
you walk him;-) w00f WooF Excellent write!
Eileen