Something about birls and goys.
I'd slay her with my dagger.
It's hidden in my pants.
and the only way she'll find it.
is with a blushing glance.
I'd plow her like the a farmer.
I'd mount her like a knight.
and if someone was looking.
I'm sure it'd be quite a sight.
I know my blade is useless,
for killing foe or fiend.
but for slaying beautiful women.
there's none better to be seen.
hmm i didnt know mr cul de sac was into that
Who? I just want to see some poetry about bloodsex.
I'm bad, I'm a devilishly slimy man,
with wicked and vile intentions,
and a infernal and hellish plan.
Corruptive and pervasive, and all together sick,
unholy and despicable with ugly hellish wit.
A genius in sheep's clothing, a devil in disguise,
my words are sweet as honey but I'm planning your demise.
You'll never see it coming, in your mind I'm your best friend,
like adding sugar to a meal, it'll taste sweeter in the end.
I'll see your face in shock,
that I would have stabbed you so,
I'll grin a evil grin and stare into your soul.
your blood will spit and spurt,
and I'll watch it with such glee,
and all the while you'll know
it was all because of me.
you'll finally breathe your last,
it will fill me with such joy;
to know that you never knew
that you were simply just my toy.