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Web cam perverts

By Barb Davidson

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

He’s a web cam pervert, my best mate, He’s up all hours, till really quite late, The things he’s seen, are such a crime, I know he’s weird this mate of mine. He told me about Julie in the union jack stockings, The things she does are really quite shocking, But what about Tom In the black silk thong. Mable who knits, Has piercing in her tits, Young man Robert who dresses in red, Lashes himself whilst strapped to the bed. Said he saw my bank manager, last week, In the peep hole panties he looked quite sweet, The Australian couple who come and go, I’m led to believe give a real good show. There’s a snake called Sid, with Marylou, Goes everywhere it wants and in there too!! This cam idea, sounds a lot of fun, But I hope to hell I don’t see my mum….. Written April 15th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 12:06 AM PST    0 • 14

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