Jayne, that one was hysterical.
Here's one for you and one for Susan
Joy’s Neon Bra
The neon bra that held them up
was custom made; a zzzzzz sized cup
She took it off, and went to bed;
a big mistake, `cause now she’s dead.
She died beneath behemoth breasts
that pinned her arms, the medic guessed.
A Sensual Sod
She likes to get drunk in the meadow
and listen to butterflies flap.
She likes to get stoned in the forest
and sniff out the places bears crap.
She likes to eat mushrooms they’re tasty;
the trips that she takes are intense,
she can see germs and touch rainbows
and read her own mind, her sixth sense.
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