Poetry by Babblefish

[Tramspotter]

tuesday following in the park with your sexy socks which show you, not to seem to consider to regard to him and me with perfect sighs of will as pristine chest of this one notion of ducks even.

fast thoughts of touching differently in unsupervised inclination running, although sense inclination runs by trousers and garlic butter, runs down its leg.

the answer not found in heaving violent but where one lying nude, contemplates passers by watched event in whole knowledge that there was furiously a shag had then happened most in public pathways.

while walking dogs park-bench needs hosing off thought elder peoples as moved though to open places in the public park, when hurrying stopping not for picking up after their un-knowlegable dogs at going it when also.