my mans balls are PERFECT
i'm called oldgrape cause of this poem
i've no one to talk to only a grape covered in mould he gets abit boring cause he's so old!
excellent, would you like to hear mine I wrote when I was 10, well if not tough
Oh piece of cellotape,
how are you feeling,
upon the white ceiling,
you're going all brown
soon you'll drop down,
onto the floor,
you're sticky no more.
I'm a singer and I tour eight months a year, and he's a performer also. When we're together, we usually make love almost every night. We're not together often enough.