Title: The Mighty Fine Prick

Author/psuedonym: Ramblin Rose

Email: PattRose1@aol.com

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Rating: NC-17

Category: Nasty Poetry

Date: September 7,2000

Series/sequel: ?

Status:new

Archive: yes, the WWOMB

Other website: https://www.squidge.org/sentinelsites/psindex-2.html

Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me, never did, never will, but I can dream. Petfly doesn't like to share. They also don't pay me, darn it anyhow.

Warning: m/m This is what happens when I ask Lisa to help me think of all words that rhyme with prick. So, I can say that Lisa was my creative inspiration. Thank you Lisa. You're the best.

Notes: This is for Kira and Lex who I think both need some laughs these days. So, enjoy and realize its not good poetry, just done to make you all smile.
:)

Summary: How many words really rhyme with prick and can you put them all in one poem? Why yes, you can and I did. Read, but be warned ahead of time.

by Ramblin Rose

I see Jim; he's standing straight as a stick.
I can tell from looking at him, he's no backwoods hick.
I asked if I could talk to him, I would make it really quick.
We wandered to the hall and leaned against the hard brick.
I tell him that I want to be known as Frack to his Frick.
I tell him that if I don't get him soon, I'll become sick.
I can't help it, I am caught staring at his mighty fine dick.
I whisper in his ear that I want nothing more than to take a lick.
He's trying to stay calm and not get hard, no small trick.
I look at him through his jeans and all I know is he is thick.
My god, no wonder Major crimes used to call him Slick.
Then I tell him, with my fingers, I want to touch his prick.
As they go by, they will softly give him a rub and flick.
To lighten the mood some, I ask if I could call him Rick.
And then said, "It's not Flied Lice, its Fried Rice, you Plick."

The end. Thank God before you say ick.
Oops, too late.
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