I hate poetry but...
I thought I had something good going here. :P
Morgan of modern world brought into life
A beautiful baby boy from this said wife.
For lack of a better phrase Morgan kicked the bucket
And baby boy was left for her husband, Tom Lucket
Tom Lucket was no dad he would disclaim
Though absence-minded answers were all he retain.
Tom Lucket was simple and generic,
He slept around and referred by many barbaric.
Tom had two gold teeth, one he’d lost in a scrap
Although it was over a stolen baseball cap
For Tom was a thief, a thief of most devious intent
I guess that’s what you’d expect from a man so bent
You see, Tom was crazy, not you’re average folk
He used ping-pong paddles to make eggs
And he mixes it in a large vase to get all the yolk
You could definitely say that Tom was fucked
He drooled with his mouth wide split
And made offensive comments about the clit
Tom was obsessed, a masochist you could say
Abuse of a verbal nature was his sexual play.
He relayed to his wife Morgan of his sexual pleasure
After his marriage to poor Morgan, she was fucked
Morgan was pregnant you see, wide hips and stomach
And old crazy Tom Lucket was fucked once again
He took in young boy as his child
Raising him and living none to wild
Tom Lucket had learned to love this son of his
Appreciating him all alone
Morgan of modern world brought into life
A beautiful baby boy from this said wife.
For lack of a better phrase Morgan kicked the bucket
And baby boy was left for her husband, Tom Lucket
Tom Lucket was no dad he would disclaim
Though absence-minded answers were all he retain.
Tom Lucket was simple and generic,
He slept around and referred by many barbaric.
Tom had two gold teeth, one he’d lost in a scrap
Although it was over a stolen baseball cap
For Tom was a thief, a thief of most devious intent
I guess that’s what you’d expect from a man so bent
You see, Tom was crazy, not you’re average folk
He used ping-pong paddles to make eggs
And he mixes it in a large vase to get all the yolk
You could definitely say that Tom was fucked
He drooled with his mouth wide split
And made offensive comments about the clit
Tom was obsessed, a masochist you could say
Abuse of a verbal nature was his sexual play.
He relayed to his wife Morgan of his sexual pleasure
After his marriage to poor Morgan, she was fucked
Morgan was pregnant you see, wide hips and stomach
And old crazy Tom Lucket was fucked once again
He took in young boy as his child
Raising him and living none to wild
Tom Lucket had learned to love this son of his
Appreciating him all alone