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Date at the Fair
The pain that's worse will get my ween up
She hits sack first but swings like clean up
Imma take a bodybuilding bitch to the state fair
We eat food and ride rides, all is well with no care
But there is one thing I'm unsure of, the gears turn in my brain
We reach the bell that's rung with hammer, now which stance brings more pain
Do I set up camp at the base, with nuts acting as the target
Or do I ascend to the top and be the bell for sweet Margret
I straddle the tower, I've chosen the perch
She winds up with power, I dangle my lurch
She devastates the base, I notice her ability to maul
I contemplate with grace, as my sack is introduced to third ball
She hits sack first but swings like clean up
Imma take a bodybuilding bitch to the state fair
We eat food and ride rides, all is well with no care
But there is one thing I'm unsure of, the gears turn in my brain
We reach the bell that's rung with hammer, now which stance brings more pain
Do I set up camp at the base, with nuts acting as the target
Or do I ascend to the top and be the bell for sweet Margret
I straddle the tower, I've chosen the perch
She winds up with power, I dangle my lurch
She devastates the base, I notice her ability to maul
I contemplate with grace, as my sack is introduced to third ball
Published 12th Nov 2020
Author's Note
"clean up" is a baseball reference, to bat clean up is the be fourth in the lineup, this is generally your strongest hitter. Not sure if that needed to be explained but better safe than sorry
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