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Bottoms up

Poetry By: RJohnson
Humor


Tags: Poem, Humor


This is a fictional poem.


Submitted:Jan 23, 2011    Reads: 27    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


When my Dad said bottoms up, he wasn't talking about drinking booze.

He taught me that drinking is not a good thing to choose.

I was drinking in his house at the age of eighteen.

He was furious and he put me over his knee.

He beat my butt cheeks like a pair of bongos with his hands.

He even started using my ass for bongos when he joined a band.

He had never beat my butt like that before.

If you drink in your dad's house, your ass may be sore.





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