~The Mould of Love's Odours~

[Stanley Brown]

She said no farewells, no yellow pus oozing from bulging eyes,
Simply probed deep tonguework as we bade our slimy goodbyes,
For a moment a halo formed framing her spotty face,
Unwashed fingers then released their entwined embrace,
No sounds were came from her gob, no pleas from the heart,
No sorrows permitted, just a long drawn-out stinky fart.

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No heavenly music, no brightly shining 40 watt light,
No scene psychedelic, just a smell that just might
Cause darkness to descend to give me a bloody fright,
Wrapped in clouds of urination, her fat face in my mind,
With deduced pollution, no refuge could I find,
But succumb to the intrusion of her thumb in my behind.

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Twix the toilet and the Styx I struggled butchly on,
With my hole forfeit and my puny reason gone,
Holding my nostrils in suspension the pendulum swung,
Just a soul without much brainpower my old buttocks swung
Passions lamp had diminished, were the embers gone cold?
Had this light been extinguished, who cares, I am a total dolt.

[Daphne]

Another word of genius from you Stan!
You really are a piece of work.

[Fraser Allonby Q.C.]

This is genuinely one of the funniest things I have ever read. Bravissimo!

[Stanley Brown]

You are all freaks and perverts.