City Sheep

The city, always bustling
That’s where I do my rustling
Full of sheep, very silly
Who behave willy-nilly
I had been on the trail
Of a designated female
It had come to my notice
She wasn’t wearing panties
I made a frantic rush
To get flush with the bush
With tits to make you melt
Pretty soon to be felt
This was some girl guide
Showed where to put your pride
I’m sorry, I can’t wait
It’s time to desecrate

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