For My Own Good

An abusive turd was in my patootie A bad relationship, me and that doodie     It scratched, scraped and clawed     I grimaced and bawled It said it only did that cause it loved me.

Romantic Verse Gone Wrong

A girl once had her mouth on my junk Something starts to shoot, but it ain’t spunk     Before I could say,     ‘Get out of the way!’ She got facialed, the bad kind of gunk

Ballad Of The Brown Eye

There once was a huge turd in my rear Little brown bitch was going nowhere     I got super pissed     Grabbed it with my fist Pulled liked hell….until I felt a tear

Your beauty inspires me to remember a line in a beautiful poem. I believe I am quoting Miggs' romantic verse when I say:
'I can smell your cunt.'