Make sure You check the grass.
Don't mow Your lawn just yet.
By Thavien YliasterPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ashwin Patil on Unsplash
Erotic toys strewn across Your lawn?
Your dog got to the box while You were gone.
The yard is littered with toys.
Yet the neighbors won't make a noise.
You might find a jeweled plug glittering at the buttcrack of dawn.
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Author's Notes: This limerick was originally commented on Brenton F's poem "Amazon Erotica."
P.S. This poem of Brenton F's is funny too.
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