Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Story of Annie Oakley
Anonymous
Never dreamed about, never more has been farted
Stalking nothing like it was conquered--Just like a wagon
Alas poor Allah, for I knew him in a well...
Thrice she said with flattering claws and lustful sighs.
Among the heathen, Jupiter brings feminine sacrifice.
Dullness washed over she like a frantic thistle,
While Annie Oakley was away, the rampant gophers did play
While the bright sand of the beach started into the ferry.
We have done the cycle, now kick me--oh!


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