Twenty-Four Top Places to Fuck, By Dr. Seuss | E. Barnsley Brown | Poetry
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Twenty-Four Top Places to Fuck, By Dr. Seuss
Smoothing down the ironing board
Spray some starch, unpack your swordIn the leather swivel chair
Do it with a twirling flairWould you like it in a truck?
Grab the wheel, start to suckOr how about a minivan
If alone, just use one handWould you like it in a pool?
Six feet deep, that's the ruleOr how about a frozen lake
Cut a hole, use a stakeHow about a lion's den
Daniel's got it up againOr in the Valley of the Kings
Look at those Egyptian things!Some like it in a closet bare
Angora sweater or pubic hair?A gritty sandbox is always fine
To give yourself a darn good timeOr try a casket, there's a place
But wipe the ashes off your faceEven bridges have their charm
Though passing cars may cause alarmIn the field, on the green
You can be a sex machineOr in a seashell by the shore
Go and go till you're feeling soreSome want it on a silver platter
Spread those tits with pancake batterOr in a well, that's a joy
Fill the bucket with your toyI like it in a shopping cart
Secure the seat before you startOr stretched across the railroad track
Hump her good and don't look backHow about a tortoise shell
Show your head, ring her bellOr on a bed of coals galore
That will never be a boreI think it's best to quit the bed
To go outside, try the shedOr gambol to the piggy sty
And find yourself a place to lieA place to fuck, someday there'll be
And we will do it happilyWe'll do it on an island nice
That will add a little spiceOr in a rowboat by the pier
Let it rip, don't try to steerThe thing I think is best of all
May be the thing you most appallBut try it all, be omnivore
Today pristine, tomorrow whore!









