Pauline (the haiku)

Hot piece of ass
It Rides along
The whis’p’er’ing sea
Whis’p’er’ing vaginas

in the wind.
Then the chickens said:
Come hither NOT you capers!

And then he
Ate her juicy.
Cake.

Girl: Omg! I got front row tickets to the opera version of “Pauline (the haiku)” at the Met!

Boy: Yeah I’m gonna be busy eating borscht that night. Sorry.

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