>>65712821I wrote a panko poem but I never posted it because I didn't know where to take it. So have it now.
In the south, a darkened room
and inside lurks a moldy coon
who streams into the dead of night
till neighbors yield and take to flight
In water stagnant there she soaks
her feet so foul to thus provoke
the rowdy coomers she accrued
a cornerstone of one so lewd
Her thighs she slaps
Her hands she claps
In throws of lust they're now entrapped
This dreadful worship now perfected
preys upon those unprotected
men who cant help be erected
thereby one so sex selected
Ceaseless is her crude burlesque
while sweating, naked, at her desk
she talks of cunny, balls, and seks
but wont aknowlege what comes next
Yet tease she must her willing thralls
with racist gaffs, the sirens call
