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100 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2006
We have a story,
And a guy name Paul.
He had a girlfriend,
And loved her most of all.
Their love was sweet,
But not so pure
He had a mission -
Her vagina to cure.
Her vajeje made noices,
A whisper, a howl
When it got too spooky
Paul cover her crotch with a towel.
Paul tried to be brave.
He thought he could take more,
But her haunted vagina
Was hard to ignore.
Then came the day
When she made some suggestions
But Paul was too shocked
To ask any questions.
Her plan was so simple:
A shove and a push
Her thighs were wide open
He dove into her bush.
It wasn't so simple
It was dark and foggy
But because she loved him
She gave him walkie-talkie.
And after a while
He saw a bright light
Paul was still scared,
But was ready to fight.
He wasn't sure what he'll find there
Maybe a ghost, or a clown
But to his biggest surprise
He found a whole town.
The town was spooky
Even in the daylight
But he comforted himself by saying
That he won't spend the night.
He was planning to crawl back
This vagina was too scary, he wasn't a fan
But a woman he met
Ruined his whole plan.
''You will stay here and play with me,''
The latex girl said.
And when he got dragged to her cave
He knew it was too late.
She cared for him deeply
But Paul was still scared
It wasn't this girl,
But vaginas owner he most cared.
Many months went by
Paul was still being held captive
But a miracle happened
He found her attractive.
She was made of latex
They made love sweetly
The noises were squeaky
But they were doing it weekly
''Paul, are you still there?''
He heard an echo one day.
He looked at his walkie-talkie
And knew it right away.
I am so angry!
You promised to save me, kinda
But here I still am
Lost deep inside your vagina.
I know, I'm sorry,
But I still miss you so.
Although I cheated on you,
I won't let you go.
I know it all,
I wasn't drunk
Your new boyfriend almost killed us all
When he flooded your vagina with his spunk.
I can't come back
I am in love.
This ghost-latex girl
Fits me like a glove.
Paul, I still love you
Hope to see you one day
It might be years,
But be that as it may.
I still care for you too
But don't worry, I'm not in China
I always be here with you
Buried deep in your vagina.
***
This story is simple,
It's not a work of art
But it made me laugh,
Because it sounded like a brain fart.