{WARNING: this poem may contain adult themes}





Once upon a time
In a land far away
There lived a hungry old beast
Who wanted to play.

He'd played with his marbles
And he'd played with his blocks,
And now he wanted something
In a jumper and knee socks.

So the first little girl
That dared to come nigh,
He stopped at the road
And gave her the eye.

And when she appeared
To have too much fat,
He let her walk on,
And that was that.

Soon another girl came by
On her way back home.
The beast hugged her to his chest
And his hands began to roam.

But he found that this girl
Was much too slight--
Nothing to grab onto--
This girl was "Girl Lite"!

With a loud, cheated grunt,
He put that girl down
And turned back to his cave
Overlooking the town.

He puzzled and pondered
And he stood and he sat,
Thinking first of the skinny girl,
And then of the fat.

Why couldn't he find
Just some normal-sized girl?
A petite little package
With maybe some curls...

And just as he drew
This image to mind,
Something interrupted him--
A noise from behind.

He turned and he looked
And what did he see?
A petite girl, though developed
(With a capital D).

His toy had arrived,
Sought him out, no less!
So he scooped the girl up
And hugged her to his breast.

He kissed and he cuddled,
He cawed and he cooed.
He touched and he prodded,
And bordered on lewd.

He fondled and handled
And time slowly passed.
He entered, withdrew,
Satiated at last.

"You aren't so bad,"
He said to his toy.
She nodded and shrugged,
A little annoyed.

"What's wrong, little girl?"
He asked with a frown.
She took his large hands
And sat the beast down.

"It's you, I'm afraid,"
The little girl said.
"You've captured my soul--
Without you, I'm dead!

"Everyone thinks
You're this big, scary beast...
But I see those eyes,
I know you're at peace.

"I've fallen in love,
Though it's crazy to say,
But you've captured my soul
In the course of a day.

"I just can't leave you
Though you might want me gone...
Your figure has drawn me in--
I'm yours from now on."

At this, the little girl
Fell to her knees,
And with puppy-dog eyes,
Looked up at the beast.

He shrugged and he sighed
An apathetic acquiesce...
Picked her up, saying,
"You can stay, I guess."

And so she stayed with him,
This sexy old guy,
And the two of them were happy
As the years went by.

A Don Juan to the girls,
And a hero to boys,
This man became legend,
This beast with his toy.

11/09/2001

Posted on 11/09/2001
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