E-mail Submitted by Gina:
Poor you poor you all alone on this site
Poor you poor you all alone to-night
Poor you poor you hey you just might
Come over and sleep with me.
Something in my pants is thick
Something there will do the trick
Hey there I think it's my dick
Come over and sleep with me
Your hands on my thighs and pecs
Enjoy the pleasing effects
Of a night that's filled with sex
Come over and sleep with me
Dwight
Oh. My. Gosh.
ReplyDeleteI'd have to hear it to music to make a final decision...
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how super sleazy things suddenly become less sleazy when in poetic form!
ReplyDeleteI give him "eh" for effort
ReplyDeleteWell at least he's direct.
ReplyDeleteThat's pwetty twite, Dwight.
ReplyDeleteThink I'll call it a night.
Alone - to my delight.
Of all the ways I've seen a guy try to get into a girl's pants, this is probably the saddest.
ReplyDeleteI guess things are a little too quiet at the Schrute beet farm...
ReplyDeleteThe Love Song Of Dwight Alfred Prufrock
ReplyDeletePoor me poor me, alone so long,
ReplyDeleteI cry out for a man so strong,
That all I get are men so wrong...
Alas, not the one I need.
I too have been consumed with lust,
Too quickly with a man to trust,
He won't suffice with just one thrust...
And see to sate my need.
Oh! Dwight, while your prose is grand,
You certainly don't understand,
The turbo power of my hand...
Is all that I shall need
Natalie, let's not make a baby. (I don't want kids, but I DO like boning. You. Me. Let's do it.)
ReplyDeleteI like to find girls on the net
and write poetry til they are wet.
I just don't know why
but each time that I try
they see me as some kind of threat.
Or
Girls like poetry
So I write them sexy songs
Maybe we can fuck?
Nikki I have been,
ReplyDeleteStalking you on here too long,
I like boning too.