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Ode To A Perv...

Hello there,

Much to the walker's disappointment my new post is not an adventure. Nonetheless  I had a lot of fun writing this piece of poetry. Plus, this is my first attempt to write something in rhyme. So bear with me please! 



Picture courtesy: Cartoon Stock. Picture is used for representation purpose only and the copyright lies with the artist.


Ode To A Perv...



This is a story of an old perv
He enjoys admiring 20 year old's curves.



He thought he was young
Girls thought he smelled like dung



He loved holding their hands to kiss
While they preferred to miss!



He thought he was artistic and fancy
He could well qualify for a pansy



He thought he was cool and made women drool
While they wish to push to him into the pool



He said he owned wine, pearls and art
They thought he was an ugly old fart!



They said, "He was a waste"
While he thought he had taste.



Sigh, oh sigh and sigh some-more...
His dirty thoughts gave him a high
But left the girl feeling awry!



Such is the story of a cumbersome perv
Who thought himself to be a man of the world,

But after all he was just an old-old perv!!!

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