The Wrinkled Young Lady


There once lived an old lady,
Who grew old as old can be!
The more the wrinkles: the much the worry;
She thought and ponder'd and ponder'd;
To do away the wrinkles;
And flaunt the young twinkles!

Her thought finds its way one fine day,
She said, "I'll stream'd and squeez'd all
My wrinkled skin and tie a knot,
Between my hairs, behind my face;
And so does she.

Happy and content'd, she walked pass
Every passersby;
Nobody in everybody pass'd by,
Without an askant smile;
The smile she beget worry her most,
And rush for a reflection;
Lo! There stood her vagina on her very forehead!


by Visato Kiso

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