A Bad Mow Job...
While leering at my bathroom's looking glass;
I could tell my front lawn needed mowing,
At quick glance, I could see that vixen's ass
And I drooled as everything was showing,
With wild arms, legs, shouts, and a wilder moan,
I knew her skills were pretty good in bed,
Yet, I was not so sure about my own,
She knew my acting was deader than dead,
But after our romp in the hay was done;
She kept pleasant eyes with an evil smile,
She could still tell I was _up _for more fun,
Her eyes, my pike, had kept her in beguile,
I jumped back in fear; her teeth were murder ,
Three spurts later, she was a fast learner.