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Botulism

'Twas another reclusive weekend,
I was rendered fecund

I saw a lass at the agora,
In a fedora
Besieged by her aura,
Yet I still wanted to skin her alive like an angora

What a palatable wench,
My breath had a sanguinary stench
I took a sip from a chalice,
And showed her my phallus

In my petulance,
Semi-cooked sloths seem esculent
When I'm famished,
I totter

I watched you lament,
Your daughter,
Then jeered her memory,
Because I was not sorry,
For adding her mammaries,
To my pot-pourri

Edentated by her femur,
I wanted her to emasculate me,
And she wouldn't dare to demur
I put her in a saucepan-
Whole-
Since she was shorter than a lemur

This pigby looked like a gypsy,
I served her with quishe on a frisbee

I couldn't fend the flashbacks,
Of fondling her festered flesh-
With forceps-
Before it effervesced

My hankering made me slobber,
I started gorging my shoe,
But 'twas no bother,
Because the next morning,
I sent it to a cobbler

Barefoot;
I started to gad around,
A tad aroused
I always knew she'd look better parboiled,
I then put her cadaver on a building like a gargoyle

She fell into a chasm,
I siphoned her cytoplasm
I gargled at the thought,
Of again having to kill-
Plenty fish in the sea?-
I think I'll catch a krill