This is a poem I wrote for you, you lumberjack fiend. Please enjoy: THINGS THAT RHYME WITH LUMBERJACK: Tasty snack. Shaq attack. Booty crack. Pancake stack. The colour black. The Beatles Get Back. Rick Astley's track. Old men's bric-a-brac. Estuary plaque. Baby smack. My Sharona The Knack. Rabid donkey pack. Daddy touches my sack. Ouch holy fucking shit balls cock that fucking hurts jesus christ painful shit who the fuck puts that shit fucking there fuck shit balls fuck hurts to sit on - tack. -Yours (Always, I am, forevr), Erotic Manwich.......................
Greetings, chumpling. I am your friend/wend. I enjoy you and I appreciate other things including you. Goodbye for now, I've got to go now. Good tidings, my turtle-shaped buthole of mine.
