A poem about Snoo
Chris was bored at work
So bored it hurt
He saw rocket
Coming out of his pocket.
He was ready to fuck
Unfortunately he was out of luck
As their were no women to pluck
FUCK!!!
So he dreamt about Dot Cotton
Which I found quite rotten
I told him to go out
And this what my story is about

So Chris
went out on the piss
He had one to many beers
And discovered he had lost his fears
He stumbled around
The old part of town
Until he found
A girl to pound
Little did he realize she was a dog
But he still insisted on giving her a snog
He took his pole
And rammed it in her hole
GRRR WOOF WOOF BARK YELP
He suddenly realized, and needed help
He felt so ashamed
The dog lay on the floor maimed
What could he do
He was covered in poo
Oh well he said
And grabbed his pulsating head
He finished the deed
With great speed
And went home to bed

The dog was dead...............................

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Freundliche Grüsse

James

romantic, but sad ending.. (sn00, don't forget: no names)