VW “Beetle” Asleep, and I without rest -- see my chest??? damn near "Breasts" !!!!!

Funnin’ gunning the crochet gunner of Asunder to her mans,

Caked on the buttery buns, when about it he waves his hand

Acid raining upon the Stallion—Cleft Stallone, all alone- he is

With a whiff of creampuff more of that muffin top, stay afloat

Comet come closer and come right here, absolutely astout

Call it astounded, the rears’es gluteus maximus—rounded

Piece of a pent up peanut buttercup sort of butterfly, fly,

Zipped to the top of the tonsils, my lips are zipped shut

Ask me how I do this, when, expect a NULL kinda answer

Striding and smoothly sipping the nectar, maybe never...

Is the rinsed broccoli calling my writing, “Cacophany” ???

Yes and I think it is by a broad delight

I just might jest and flex my big chest!

The Hype Is Real

On an even keel

kneel and blow

About Shamu

winkle wrinkle do...

Or Not, on the [Block]