Rules are simple. Post a poems about shrunken women. It can be a lyrics parody, a limerick, a sonnet, free verse…anything. I’ll start
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But my shrinkie is delightful,
And since she’s smaller than a baby duck,
Let us fuck! Let us fuck! Let us fuck!
The Poem Game
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Prof Sai
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Re: The Poem Game
I used to beam with so much pride.
Now I have to run and hide.
Feeling like a little mouse.
Enraged that this was once my house!
They found my clothes, they know I'm here.
Naked, trembling with fear.
Living in a sofa frame.
Trapped within their twisted game.
The doorbell rang, I dared to see
An old friend came to check on me.
I only cried, what could I do?
But watch them as they shrank her too.
Now I have to run and hide.
Feeling like a little mouse.
Enraged that this was once my house!
They found my clothes, they know I'm here.
Naked, trembling with fear.
Living in a sofa frame.
Trapped within their twisted game.
The doorbell rang, I dared to see
An old friend came to check on me.
I only cried, what could I do?
But watch them as they shrank her too.