Porn, Porn, my darling, Porn,
I wish that you and I were … friends,
And you were hot on me, and sucking
Up to me like one lovelorn.
I love the way that you adorn
Your brows (and other places) plucking:
Porn, Porn, my darling, Porn,
I wish that you and I were … friends.
Why do you treat me with such scorn,
Shout at me, and talk of chucking
Me? For when my heart is torn:
And words (and other things) I’m ducking,
I wish that you and I were … friends.
© Bangkok Byron, 2009. All rights reserved by the author.



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December 9, 2009, 23:52
Brings to mind the never talked about subject of stunts. Stunt writing for fun.
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And now for something completely different:
" . . . a raggedy, make-do outfit that depended on chance and thrived on opportunism." (Giles Foden)
Apparently, I've been spotted.