"Home" Sweet "Home"Mature

Short little poem about, well you can guess what :D

 My home is soft and pink

And always warm and cozy.

But sometimes it can stink.

Nothin like a posey.

Sometimes it is tight.

Sometimes it will stretch.

In here there's no light.

And still that awful stentch.

If you happen to get lost.

Just take a simple right.

It usually doesn't cost.

Unless we go all night.

The End

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