In search of a drakeA male I wanted,

A male he wanted,

A male we wanted,

A male we always wanted,

A male he always wanted,

A male we prayed it would be

As I opened my reservoir,

To ingest the seeds of his manliness

In our quest for the holy grail of masculinity;

When my rumps shot up,

His bulwark shot down,

To balance the equation of abnormality;

Like a horse he rode,

Like a course I fold,

Widening only to absorb the force of his extremity,

Till his Hooke’s laws of elasticity was exceeded

And the gates of his dams were opened.

Now of course we wait,

To confirm the course we would take,

That will satiate our cause for a drake


By WORDSMITH Posted in Poems

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