We thought we’d take it easy in Christmas week and serve you up something a little more funny that filthy - this time only. After wading through any amount of bad ebook editions, and no small number of reader submissions (thanks for the free porn!), we thought the below was particularly apposite. Enjoy.
On Reading Poorly Transcribed Erotica
She stood before him wearing only pantries
and he groped for her Volvo under the gauze.
She had saved her public hair, and his cook
went hard as a fist. They fell to the bad.
He shoveled his duck into her posse
and all her worm juices spilled out.
Still, his enormous election raged on.
Her beasts heaved as he sacked them,
and his own nibbles went stuff as well.
She put her tong in his rear and talked ditty.
Oh, it was all that he could do not to comb.
Jill Alexander Essbaum lives and writes in Austin, Texas, and is published by No Tell Books, whose volumes of bedside poetry are definitely worth checking out…
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