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Free verse № 144187

COCK

Member since 2003 · Posted 29 Jun 2006 · 7 comments

Oh my cockring! Thy constriction does sting, For, to my bellend does cling, My genital bling.

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7 comments

[0] Dovina 29-Jun-06/11:18 AM Reply
You withered old has-been inadequate die-hard.
[n/a] Stephen Robins › Dovina 30-Jun-06/2:34 AM Reply
What the hell or you one about you visually impaired mess. If we are to enter into a frank exchange of views I would have to remark that your poetry suffocates the essence of being alive and replaces it with the smell of rotting flesh. It is better to have withered than to still be stretching your skin, especially in the vacinity of your corpulent thighs.
[n/a] Ranger 30-Jun-06/12:38 AM Reply
Sounds pretty legendary to me.
[10] ecargo 30-Jun-06/1:17 PM Reply
"Cock" makes me giggle like a 14-yr old. The word, I mean. Only sometimes the appendage.

"Thy," so "doth" to be anal about it?

"Bellend does cling/ . . . Genital bling"--hee, nice.

Obligatory 10.
[n/a] Stephen Robins › ecargo 3-Jul-06/3:21 AM Reply
Thanks.
[0] Edna Sweetlove 14-Aug-06/1:11 PM Reply
You must be some sort of intellectual giant. Not.
[n/a] Stephen Robins › Edna Sweetlove 15-Aug-06/12:50 AM Reply
Not my strongest work I'll grant you. However your comment is truly the work of some cancer.