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A Happy Halloween
A Happy Halloween Settle yourself in for the creepiest of tale Told in a manner that’d cause a real poet to pale. Of a story so strange it feels like a dream Yet told using that of a ’s rhyme scheme. Long, long ago — a few weeks at best — An old crone hatched a plan of utter deviousness. Into the cauldron she tossed eye of newt Which is always the first ingredient (and tasty to boot) Next: an odd duck, in went a stick of Old Spice Then 4 different kinds of white and brown rice. To top it off, she dunked with a flare, A pare of lace panties. Yes. Underwear. With a clap of thunder, those panties did soar seek out the closest and most vile of stores. Into the Mall flew the dangerous lace design, And into a shop so cool you can’t read the sign. It nestled down deep in a cozy panty bin Where it slept until in came a woman quite trim, Looking for a gift of sexiness to share She did randomly chose the cursed underwear. These underwear would, at inopportune times Cause their poor wearer to enter the horniest of minds An example: waiting in line at a local grocery. Or: chatting with your elderly parents socially. They would glow dark eldritch purple, then activate And suddenly, without warning, the need to masturbate. To some it’s a curse, to another a blessing, The lover of the panty-clad would be kept constantly guessing. Sex during shopping, sex in the hall. Sex during political commercials or after a fall. A splurge during a briss, yet again at a funeral. A roll in the hay after a meeting of energy, renewable. That lace did cause quite the sore parts, But nary a complaint came from the young-ish upstarts. Well, that is, until the panties gave up the ghost During an especially strong hand from its now-willing host. The cursed panties ended up ripping to shreds! Leaving the lovers stranded in some strangers bed. Lust, now all gone, they stumbled away, Messy, barely dressed, they left the chalet. The horror now comes: their sex drives then died. And the lovers lost passion for random fun-rides. So remember, dear readers, to enjoy each second. And have sex whenever your drive dost beckon. |
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