Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Funny Bell Boy
Anonymous
The bell boy was hunted, but he wasn't found,
Scoff not at my vile remarks fleshy fiend
Hearken to thy stomach as salaciousness overcomes thee
As I spit in a tree, I resist thee
He was really really sad
As she gazed into his eyes she observed "You don't sweat much for being so cool."
"Duck, you stupid african swallow!" bitched the bell boy, his voice gone.
From a height high above, the preacher grasped the doily.
Spare me your lethargic bauble or I shall kill.


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