Ode To The Queef

Flickr Basheer Tome
Flickr Basheer Tome
Oh how I giggle,
When I feel that tickle,
It’s hard to be subtle,
When you’re blowing a bubble.
Not from your mouth,
But a little further south.
Sometimes when you walk,
Your southern lips like to talk,
A tiny hello,
From your bff below.
A goofy puff,
From your muff.
Don’t be shy,
It’s just your whispering eye!
Some may shame you,
Or try to blame you,
Ignore the naysayers,
Queef on,
Pink trumpet players!
TC mark

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