Dear Diary,
Today we have been together for one year!
Such trials and tribulations we have endured and shared! Such a distance we have come!
I sense better times ahead and have been glad of your company. The time has not yet come to part but it fast approaches. Let us hope that your pages shall tell of a joy to come and, though I say it myself, a love I so richly deserve.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
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Dear Wayne,
Alone in your chamber
You hear the cocks call
A hot sausage for breakfast
You like best of all.
A favourite pastime
The knob is to ride
On magnificent Python
You sit well astride.
Near to Cobbler's Bottom
There are balls to attend
And most every evening
Your diary is penned.
You live life quite as a
Young gentleman should
And whenever it's needed
Ned supplies you with wood.
Sister Fanny has her pussy
She strokes it all day
And Father's one eyed Willie
With which all like to play.
Sometimes a helpmate
And sometimes a pain
Your other sister.....
I think her name's Jane.
Ned has an erection
One wouldn't believe
And Todger, yes Todger
Has learned to retrieve.
Always in the kitchen
Are sumptuous buns
Mrs. Crutchlow's jugs
And Titty's good fun.
Whether riding or walking
Or even just lingering
You became very proficient
With your organ fingering.
A year seems so little
A year's such a lot
This year spent with Wayne
Will not be forgot.
Poetically yours,
B.
My Dear Mr 'Moose'
How fabulous!
Yours impressed,
Wayne Austen.
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