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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Oct 15, 2007    Reads: 96    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I burned my son's inflatable doll.

He'll have a real woman or no woman at all.

When he learned what I did, he cussed me out.

I took him to the woodshed and he started to pout.

When I found his doll, I was shocked.

Now I know what he was doing everytime his door was locked.

When it comes to my son's love life, it is pretty dim.

Everybody learned about his doll and now no girl will go out with him.





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