Softened in this steaming tub,
Pubes patina the water
Like seaweed tendrils
Streaming
From two half-sunken rocks
As an oyster of soap
Scheming
Dissolves twixt channelled thighs.
Beached beside them
A wrinkled minstrel pipes
Dreaming
That he is loofah size.
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With the rearrangement of but a few syllables, no doubt, he is.
Posted by: Edward Williams | November 09, 2005 at 02:23
Turn on the hot water!
Shrinkage and cold water, remember.
Time to playing the picolo then.
Posted by: DarkoV | November 09, 2005 at 08:51
Where's the photo?
Posted by: Bleak Mouse | November 09, 2005 at 12:23
The JPG file size was, er, too large.
Posted by: stephenesque | November 09, 2005 at 13:42
Gee, it sounds so forlorn. Buck up, little buddy!
Posted by: Andraste | November 09, 2005 at 15:53