Wednesday, December 13, 2006

The Rubber Poem"

Kissing is a habit
F-cking is a game
Guys get the pleasure
Girls get the pain..

The guy says: "I Love You"
You believe its true!
But when your tummy
Starts to swell,

He says: "To hell with you"
3 rounds of pleasure,
9 months in pain,
4 days in the hospital,
and a baby without a name...

The baby is a bastard,
The mother is a whore
This wouldn't happen
If the rubber was worn..