Fruit Wrinkle

Quick poem about my old Babysitter who passed away

75 years young and I was only thirteeen

Her wrinkly body made me a gramma fiend

I used to call her my fruit wrinkle

She called me brian

I made love to her everynight until my unit was dien

I liked it when she'd come towards me with her sexy walker

Then I'd punch her in the chest and proceed to falker

Im gonna miss my wrinkly beaver for she was my first

Gonna miss waking up to her a*s in mid burst

I changed her bedpan and massaged her decrepit feet

Got her drunk on rubbing alcohol so she'd gum my meat

Had her in a headlock one time because she couldnt hear me

Kicked her in the shin and threw that old hag off the peir G

Bye bye fruit wrinkle your spider veins will me missed

You taught me everything I know about love you broken hipped b***h

 

Love you

Brian