Licking One’s Handicaps—A Love Story in Rhyme
I knew a chap who was quite pissedabout his bad cunnilinguswhen with his lovely blond-haired lass named Beth. For no matter how he triedwhen he was done poor Beth just sighed,“That didn’t do it, Horace!” in one breath. It mattered not his true comportor whether tongue went long or shortthe hoped for results simply never…