             MOTHER JUICE'S SHORT POEMS

Author: Philo P Dee
Date: New Post 4/26/05
Story Codes: Mg, mg, Mm, ped, preteen, anal, oral, inc, cons, best
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Disclaimer: Material unsuitable for children; sexual content; erotic
            fiction; please read full disclaimer at webpage above

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The young girl in the hood said, "You're caught!
My old granny I know that you're not,
  Though you're wearing her gown,
  All your facial hair's brown,
And I see that big penis you've got!"

The big wolf in the gown leered and smiled,
As he stripped the red cloak from the child.
  When his paws grabbed her hips,
  And she felt his wet lips,
She screamed, "GOD-DD-DD! Isn't oral sex WILD?"

When the girl grabbed his cock for her cup,
He said, "Wait, little bitch, I'm no pup!
  And your granny, young lass,
  Took me once up her ass,
Then two times we ate each other up."

What this story quite simply confirms -
Or, the moral in most basic terms -
  Though invited at eight,
  Little Red had come late,
And you know: Early birds get the worms.

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Goldilocks crouched in her hiding place.
Mama Bear screamed out, "What a disgrace! 
  Papa Bear, how'd you get
  Our new sheet dripping wet?
GROWL! And blond pubic hairs on your face?"

Miss Muffet squirmed... quite ill at ease on her stool.
Her tuffet had ached her since right after school,
  Not spider-bitten, but bruised...
  Bruised by the force Dad had used
To stuff it quite full of his oversized tool.

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Georgy Porgy kissed a few
Prepubescent girls, it's true.
Kissing girls is fun to do;
I wish I had kissed 'em too.

Where he kissed them we're not sure;
On their lips quite prim and pure?
Or did Georgy take the tour,
Kissing places less demure?

I suspect that George was lewd -
Young cunt is such yummy food.
If you'd argue, you're a prude;
I say, "You should try it, dude."

Get yourself a girl who's cute;
Dress her in her birthday suit;
Touch her belly with your snoot;
Then just smell that sweet young fruit.

Fresh delicious cherry juice -
Slide one finger up the sluice.
You'll be hooked on child abuse;
Pussy's best before it's loose.

See those cunt lips spread for you,
Lying there all wet with dew -
If you need it, here's your cue:
What would Georgy Porgy do?

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Old King Cole is a very old soul;
He's a horny old bugger, too.
  And his favorite cunts
  Are on nine-year-old runts;
Little girls are what he loves to screw.

Old King Cole has a very long pole,
But he slicks it all up with grease,
  And it's not very wide,
  So it slides up inside
Tiny twats with the greatest of ease.
 
Old King Cole with his cock in a hole,
Tiny cunt or a tight little ass,
  Fucks the girl hard and deep,
  And then drops off to sleep
With his cock still stuffed up in the lass.

Old King Cole is a randy old troll,
And he's fucked ninety-seven girls,
  But he's nice to them all,
  And he sponsors a ball,
Where he shares them with dukes and some earls.

Old King Cole has it made, on the whole,
Wouldn't you like to be in his shoes?
  To be feeling the need
  For a young cunt to breed,
And the only tough part is to choose.

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Said the Duke, "There's a rumor in pen
That I've had maybe ten thousand men.
  That's a ludicrous boast;
  It's been hundreds at most...
Though I've had some again and again.

"It's the Duchess of York and her toys.
She just loves having sex with young boys.
  When they grow into men,
  She starts over again.
It's a bother, but gives her such joys.

"But it's I who inherit her stock;
Those young lads fit their bums to me cock,
  And then down on their knees,
  Suck me off, if you please.
Up and down, tush and tongue, round the clock.

"You may ask why I've let it be so -
Why I don't tell the lads to just go;
  They don't threaten, of course,
  And they never use force.
It's just so bloody hard to say NO!"

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You've all heard about young Jack and Jill,
How they did you-know-what up the the hill,
  But in case you don't know,
  They just fetched H-2-O.
That's their story; they swear to it still.

There were rumors, but HEY, talk is cheap.
Most were started by Little Bo Beep,
  Who, according to Jack,
  Was just getting him back
For molesting both her and her sheep.

Still, young Jill is a virgin, we're told -
Though her hymen was torn as they rolled.
  But mistrusting them both,
  Her own dad doubts her oath;
Very soon though, the truth will unfold.

There is only one way to be sure
If your daughter's untouched, virgin, pure:
  To remove any chance,
  Grab your girl, drop her pants,
Throw her ass in the bed and just screw her.

Yes, this method resolves any doubt,
And there's one little perk I should tout:
  That when all's said and done,
  It's a whole lotta fun,
And your daughter might not even pout.

Jill's dear dad, in his quest for the truth,
Led the small-breasted, bald-pussied youth
  To the master bedroom,
  Unaware of her doom,
Till his actions became quite uncouth.

When he stripped his young daughter, he found
Tiny breasts and a bald puffy mound,
  So he nibbled her chest
  And then suckled the rest.
While his finger was fucking around.

Though Jill tried very hard not to cum,
When her dad probed up into her bum,
  Her small hips rolled and bucked
  Like a girl getting fucked,
And she had not one climax, but some.

Then her father, rememb'ring his job,
Stuffed her cunt with his big purple knob.
  Though she thought she might split,
  It felt good to her clit,
And her small cunt continued to throb.

God, her slick little slit was so tight
That to get it all in was a fight.
  But she spread her legs wide;
  She was on her dad's side
In their battle for coital delight.

Jill's dear dad rode the girl like a steed
Till he shot her small womb full of seed,
  Spurts of cum shot and spewed -
  Oh my God, it was lewd -
But the girl moaned and followed his lead. 
  
When she asked for an instant replay,
His big cock slid in deep, all the way;
  As they fucked with rare zest
  While he fondled her breast,
Jill said, "Daddy, let's fuck ev'ry day!"

Oh, their sex had one tiny defect:
It was hard to make Dad re-erect;
  But with tongue and tight cunt,
  She kept Dad in the hunt
Two more rounds, till her ardor was checked.

Young Jill loved their sex play - all three acts.
But she got muddled up with her facts.
  She purred, "Daddy, your prick
  Is so long and so thick,
And it lasts so much longer than Jack's."

Now the moral of this little poem
Is: No matter wherever you roam,
  If you're feeling the thirst,
  Fuck your family first;
You might find your best sex right at home.

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There's a little known tale about Little Bo Peep,
That she caught a young man in the act with her sheep.
  When the young nymphet said,
  "Why not fuck me instead?"
He quite happily, eagerly did - hard and deep.

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The Big Wolf had some tricks that he knew,
Which he played on young pigs that he blew.
  In the house made of brick,
  As the wolf sucked his prick,
The pig squealed, "You said YOU were a Jew!"

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That happy young girl in the garden is Mary,
The same one who used to be cross and contrary.
  She was one snotty bitch,
  Till I scratched the right itch -
By plucking her sweet little twelve-year-old cherry.

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Jack was nimble but Jack was too quick.
Jack poked Jill's little cunt with his prick,
  But when Jack was all done,
  Jill still wanted more fun.
So she had it with her candlestick.

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