Poem On Ash
Sexy aunty on the floor,
Ash
Is not as before,
The one we used to adore,
The sweet lady from mangalore,
Now she''s a b
Ig bore,
Played around w
Ith four,
Screwed them for sure,
Drowned them and came ashore,
V
Ivek was burnt to the core,
Salman gave h
Im a call of roar,
Then stepped through am
Itabh''s door,
She knew he scores
In crore,
Abh
Ishek
Is for sure,
D
Il mange more,
God knows whats more
In aunty''s store.
CRAZY K
IYA RE . . . ;->