Swedish Bitters!
Swedish medicine more benefits than ours,
Truly I ask how you know,
When little Georg under the bed he cowers,
His little shirt to sow,
There he was with stitch and needle,
To fill that awful gap,
The backside to his pee’dle
That God forsaken flap,
The Swedes you know, no dilatants,
Come sexual desire,
Quite forward toward Georg advance
His little bum admire,
He had a needle without thread,
And cowered awful shy,
Juiced he was, just out of bed,
No shape some blond to try,
But more than him, and better looking,
With help they coaxed him forth,
And soon now Georg was cooking,
Felt strengths now, like a horse,
Swedish healing arts well known,
From bitters to massage,
Good will, on Georg have sown,
Good measure and dosage,
Now Georg, I’ll let him tell the rest,
He stirred up quite some hell,
New vigour is now possessed,
The nurses, asked me not to tell.
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Love Tinka
Thanks buddy
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
So glad Georg is back!
Love,
ET
Beautiful Women Givin Sponge Baths Or Not!!
Home Is Best!! Wahoooo!!
I was concerned as him & I are on line at similar times & I noticed his absence & in my spirit as well.
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Y'know Georg will soon be back to challenge you, doncha!
Still...a fun-filled poem you create :o)
Micke
Cheers and best wishes to Georg,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Delightful write! LOL
His little bum admire!
HO, HO, HO! Are you sure you're not in the Ancient Ed Family? You've been dishin it out pretty good to good old Georg Edvard!!!