Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,

some are my own and some of them not.

You can like one, or quite like them all,

or simply not like them a hell of a lot.


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Thursday 16 February 2012

S/M

I sometimes like a bit of pain
and do get sexy dreams,
but might they go together
bit like vodka and ice cream?

You could end up in a&e
or just get painful teeth,
a fun time you can't recollect
or sticky mess beneath

the bedsheets when it's over
or bruises on your bum
or failing that
you're just left with
a funny white russian.

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