A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

She had a wicked wiggle
And her name was Formaldahide
She went out with a guy named Willy
She came in on a minus tide
Oh so cute and cuddly
Fluffy like a little bear
Whenever Willy squeezed her
Formy did a dirty dare
She puckered up like this
Just like she did`nt care
Poor Willy was so in love
All he could do was stare
Willy had an ace up his sleeve
He had another girl called Deceit
Whenever Formaldahide met her
She almost nearly died
Because Deceit quickly told her
I`m his Moma !

© 2011 Eagle Cruagh

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Sometimes I am curious as to what inspires some pieces … like this one… very interesting

Posted 8 Years Ago

I think the eloquence of the opening is understated by the crudeness of the Moma. Other than that, most excellent, sir.

Posted 10 Years Ago

How clever!

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poor Willy.
He should marry them both, straightaway!

Posted 10 Years Ago

Sometimes you are Bad!. LOL I love the pome and the images that are wraped up in it. Great work.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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