I was deflowered by my poetry teacher in school
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I was deflowered by my poetry teacher in school
She said, lasciviously
Utterly butterly
Vigorously rigorously
remembering the bloody fool
Who now is happily married to a pretty boy in Instanbul
The pretty boy a harems delight is known as Eunuch Abdul
Cut to the poetry school her teacher
Who had taught her Keats, Amichai Neruda
While he humped her with his poetic tool
While the best of her looked up at him
From the stodgy stool
Poetry a medium a metaphor wetting her insides
As she drooled
This fast learning student
Was fast learning
Breaking rules
A weeping menstrual towel
Stuck in a swimming pool
And horny poetry teacher
Clitoral claustrophobia
Unlocking the petals
For the stolen jewel
Oh sweet nostalgia
Lost memories
A vaginal monologue
Can be so cruel
Clinging to a phallic straw
While being swept
Away in a whirling
Whirlpool
