just a quickie
long and hard worked the farm hand, mickey.as long and hard but never worked was his frustrated dickie.
and his day's last chore was to(always unsuccessfully)
seek a quickie.
now knowing he wasn't exactly a prize, soon he did realize.
"for a desperate horner such as me
there is a corner rumored cheaply."
having luck in finding a deal, headed home with his fuck,
"oh boy, i hope she can squeal."
and all went well behind the closed door
until he got her on the floor.
what rotten luck that poor, mickey, when he discovered
his whore, ("OH NO!") wasn't even a chickie.
"oh what the fuck a quickie is a quickie."
tyke
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