All the F’s

Friends fucking fast for free,
Frogs from Frank’s farmhouse fall four feet,
Friends from France fix fancy front facing fences,
Fred falling frantically far from faith’s face,
Far from Fiona’s funny farm,
Foxes flee forewords, flacidly fucking fish from franks fig forest,
Fried fish flip flop from fluffy flagmen,
Freaky fridays form feathery fairies from fellow fat feminists,
Families fly from Finland, falling flirtatiously flustered,
Fondling fourteen friends from flag filled freeways,
Franklin freshens fermented fruit from factories,

George: “do you ever feel like releasing all your anger into a poem?”
Kyler: “yeah, sometimes. Have you heard of all the f’s?”
George: “isn’t that like a theme song to ten things I hate about you?”
Kyler: “no, don’t be stupid. It’s a type of poem where you only use words starting with ‘f’. Not even the words ‘it’, ‘the’ or ‘and’”
George: “ohhhh, okay I’ll go do that”
Kyler: “yeah, put all that sad boi to good use”

The Five F’s

Five Friends Fucking For Free

This is what you call five friends having an orgy. It’s also a code word for those who are poly and know each other.

Friend 1: “Man have you heard of the five f’s?”
Friend 2: “No, what’s that?”
Friend 1: “it’s ‘five friends fucking for free’, karen used to use say that when she came back from the funny farm”
Friend 2: “that’s fucking weird, man”

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