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Polish Man Likes to Fish
Beric from Poland, on a fishing spree,
Met a young lass, she was just nineteen.
The balls they smacked, the slapping was great,
In the woods, they did their fate.
The air was filled with a wild lust,
As they did their deed, they did not blush.
The girl was young, Beric was bold,
In the woods, their story was told.
The trees did hear, the birds did sing,
Of the Polish man and his naughty fling.
Met a young lass, she was just nineteen.
The balls they smacked, the slapping was great,
In the woods, they did their fate.
The air was filled with a wild lust,
As they did their deed, they did not blush.
The girl was young, Beric was bold,
In the woods, their story was told.
The trees did hear, the birds did sing,
Of the Polish man and his naughty fling.
Published 28th Aug 2023
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