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Alan W Jankowski Nov 2011
Peg Leg Peg
Alan W Jankowski
Nov 2011
There was a girl named Peg Leg Peg,
Called her that because of her wooden leg,
She was known as the best in town,
Guys would come from miles around,
You see, Peg’s leg could detach,
For better access to her ******,
And though it wasn’t ***** that bite,
There was the occasional termite,
But this did not seem to deter,
All the guys who called on her,
And though there were occasional cracks,
About how she held her stockings up with tacks,
All the guys would practically beg,
To put another notch in Peggy’s leg.
04-19-10.
Called her that because of her wooden leg,
She was known as the best in town,
Guys would come from miles around,
You see, Peg’s leg could detach,
For better access to her ******,
And though it wasn’t ***** that bite,
There was the occasional termite,
But this did not seem to deter,
All the guys who called on her,
And though there were occasional cracks,
About how she held her stockings up with tacks,
All the guys would practically beg,
To put another notch in Peggy’s leg.
04-19-10.
This was one of a few poems I wrote that were originally posted under the name BrianDamage...if you read some of the things I posted under that name, you'd know why that name seems more than apt...:)
n White
Aug 2014
peg peg
stake steak
the meat is lean
sheared off fine
oh just fine
the joy in repetition
of being in complete
submission
to the power
to the strength
peg again and
peg some more
plot out this plot
show me what you’ve got
you’re at the helm
as i’m in heav’n
the course will be true
whilst you’re in command
stake steak
the meat is lean
sheared off fine
oh just fine
the joy in repetition
of being in complete
submission
to the power
to the strength
peg again and
peg some more
plot out this plot
show me what you’ve got
you’re at the helm
as i’m in heav’n
the course will be true
whilst you’re in command