Lily Long And Her Six Foot Dong?

The night owls grow tired of an endless blue sky


And the howling screeching as the selfless drive by


Through the amicable streets which their oil abates


The outright decay of day gives way to their own state





The tranquil serenity of dusk and the dark


Allows the owls to frolic amongst every last park


And what's to be seen leaves them to finally take charge


The life line must be cut, no matter how large





The day shall come, the owls with their wings


Shall fly towards it's middle, giving a sing


The hymn heard calls all owls to follow along


The sun shall melt, the owls at peace, live strong








What do you think?

Lily Long And Her Six Foot Dong?
Codswallop.





You should have no trouble getting it published. It might even win an award, standards what they are today.
Reply:What's with the title?


You know a dong's a nob?


Anyway the poem's rubbish


Who are the selfless?


In what sense are streets amicable?


Owls don't frolic, jeeeess


Frolic amonst every last park?????????


"giving a sing" Oh god no more AAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrgh



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