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September 24, 2007
7:03 PM
saxifras tribadism

there comes a time
in every young girl's life
when she must cut off a penis

as it is well known
penises grow on trees
in tight pink bunches

but the penis tree
is guarded well
by angry men with big guns


how is she to taste the fruit
if she is neither
foolhardy enough

to storm the compound
with her sisters
guns blazing

or brave enough
to seduce a guard and
under the cover of night

sneak in and grab
an armful of cock
and hurry home to light and warmth


she dreams of the penis
of its touch and taste
of its own will

of its texture she thinks
its flavour and stink
of its juice

its perfection
and its ebb and flow
on her tongue  in her mouth


in her throat
there's a lump
her mind not yet set

but nonetheless
in the blue evening
she sneaks in somehow

and out
with an apronful of cock
fresh  delicious and warm

in the morning
she is found out
of course


some routine arithmetical
column
doesn't add up

so her sisters
send her out
to keep the peace

and the men
in the town square with the big guns
cut her penis into pieces


and the birds still sing
and the sand and grass
rustle still  roughly

under lovers' backs
something's missing now
in the morning air

and there comes a time
in every young girl's life
when she must cut off a penis

and the time is right
and the rhyme is right
but she's simply no longer there