A very fat girl fom Toulouse <br />had invited me up for the views. <br />I was really too short <br />so we had to abort <br />and we watched on the telly the news. <br /> <br />She was restless and rubbed her fat thighs. <br />Then she spoke and said thirteen more tries. <br />We may wear the fat down <br />and she took off her gown. <br />There were fire and heat in her eyes. <br /> <br />It was crazy for her to expect <br />for a member, though fully erect, <br />to reach gorges that deep <br />(and the entrance was steep) <br />we would never quite interconnect. <br /> <br />What a pity, I said and I think <br />that she did overdo on the drink. <br />Then she danced in the nude <br />I don't mean to be rude <br />but I felt him to cower and shrink. <br /> <br />I did bid my farewell to the lass <br />she was still pirouetting her mass. <br />Then I met a bulimic <br />who was short and anemic <br />and she had neither boobs nor an ass.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/encounters/
