A poem from the expander Now, that is worth a gander You stayed in the lines Matched up the rhymes And managed to throw in some slander
Slander's the least of your worries-
Your only frens are obese furries!
(Still better than me-
I have only three:)
A nigger, and two homo curries.
I can sympathies with your woes As both our flaws are exposed I like 'em fat While you like 'em in back So this round has come to a close
I likes a fat back, it is true-
More cushion for pushin, whoo-hoo!
I expand the bunghole
And insert my 'mole'
And pound it hard til she turns blue.
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