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He is My Hero

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En elderly lady is in the police station

For the identification.

  • The one on the left is a deft.

He wrung my hands

And gave commands

To the one on the right.

I couldn’t fight.

He kept my legs apart meaning…

Something dirty to start.

But…that one in the middle…

Sorry for my giggle …

Was like a beautiful fiddle.

He was the finest fellow.

He did it so well, like a hero.

I felt his arrow inside,

My delight I couldn’t hide.

The tide of excite filled my body.

He was my toddy!

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

      The 12th of December, 2011

 

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Mon 12th Dec 2011 22:00

Love you, my dear Lynn. I thought Englishmen do not understand jokes.

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Lynn Dye

Mon 12th Dec 2011 21:24

No apologies necessary, Larisa. Gave me a giggle. :) Warmest wishes, Lynn xx

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Mon 12th Dec 2011 21:13

I am very sorry for this poem,but.... I am sure you'll understand it as a joke.

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