this morning needs a poem, about my slong.

This morning needs a poem
So this ones bout my slong
The only thing I own
Too priceless to be loaned
My slong is sweet life toffee
And near the color of coffee
Girls lick cream off me
Like I am mr. Softee
But nothing cool or cold
When love is in the fold
Call him Nat King Cole
Its so black and its bold
This is my poem
About my slong
sing this song
To the break of dawn’s hymen.

The end.


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