Just for fun.
So I was talking with an author friend about “rhyming writing”. I stray far, far away from such challenges, but I then challenged myself to come up with something quick, in a relative instant.
Given that I don’t have any stories queued up for you right now, as they are either half-baked or still within the depths of my mind, I present to you…
My half-joking, half-serious, all-fun attempt at the rhymin’ writing!
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I read from the scroll.
I wanted her hole.
We were playing a role.
We had a goal.
The condoms were in the bowl.
They all rode my pole.
They shared my soul.
We were on a roll.
They consumed my body whole,
As the waves lapped up on the shoal.
Then we took a stroll.
Feasted on sole.
Then it was time to once again gambol.
Where do I enroll?
We all snuck into the cubbyhole.
I was once again hard as a flagpole.
At the point of climax, my brain again took over my motor control.
Sated, we all lay back to view the celestial pole.