GrandOldTeam

Beautiful.

In my tiny shed,
A gay man resides,
Each caress,
A kiss of Spring,
And when my erection
Grows Autumn Leaves,
A new day has begun...

A new day has begun

What does that spell out mate?

Oh my

I washed my feet in croissants,
A tin, ten horses slow,
I waited patiently,
For the collinder to segmate,

And though sixteen mornings came and went,
A scape of frost and dew,
I washed my feet in croissants
A tin, ten horses slow

I thought we were just writing poems.

With subliminal messages

I held my staff aloft,
Betwixt your meaty balloons,
A fine afternoon,
In Camden

And though a vine wouldst never grow,
Beneath thine airtight pantaloons,
I saw crimson ribbons,

A sign of things to come

Okay, let me give it a proper shot.

Climb out! He cried
Over the mound which
Cumulates and spins
Kids must never see this place
Hithering on the winds,
And in that cabinet of
Marble and teak,
Should you ever see inside,
Ten soldiers walking in a row
Emanating light
Radiating arbour glow

Reported.

@Boss_Blue X.

Noshing him of
Oh how he goes at it
Needs to satisfy his master
Cant dissapoint
Eating scouse sausage

Fuk me!

^

Stranger danger