Thread: A Poem 4 Crusty...

There was no time to dither.

For looking at her own image to long,

Its dangerous for young children and thats fooking wrong.

and so would be crusty wearing a sarong

while sucking a bong.

and where am i to go with that?
jezuz NAUGHTY, you can be such a prat !
so crusty has a toke...
its worse then that, i think she's a bloke

Thinking is not good enough, you need to be sure,

So the bloke likes a smoke. Does that make him a whore?

so CRUSTY is a chick with a dick, who,s gonna look, i,m not sure

Her ponies might be in for a shock, when she hangs out her cock.

does she want oral they might think, we prefer the pink.

Its horses for courses, the word gets around.
If you miss the pink, there's always the brown.

The ponies have their own grapevine,
Apparently Crusty is servicing them fine.

She is so busy, that they wait in line.
So to shorten the queue she does three at a time.

One in the pink,
One in the stink,
and one to fill her mouth with u rine.

Soon Crusty is screaming like she just scored a goal, with men hanging out of every hole,

But alas one day she started to bleed,

whilst being dry mounted by a well endowed steed,

Eighteen inches from end to end and twleve inches around its girth,

he rammed in so hard she thought she'd given birth,

But in the mirror she was looking,

Tackling from behind is always a booking.

The pony came and near drowned her in jism,

then the cops came around and threw old crusty in prison

The lags were so happy, new meat to abuse

She was feelin so cheap and used.