Wendy's Butt Poem by Lamar Cole

Wendy's Butt



Music always played in Sam's head.
Whenever he saw Wendy's big butt.
She was the butter in his grits.
The gravy on his biscuit.
He would drool like a lustful dog.
Whenever she walked by.

Friday, April 24, 2020
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