The perils of pleather and A sorry winter’s tale

There once was a girl who donned pleather,
But she soon felt her thighs rub together.
Her crotch got so sweaty,
She attracted a Yeti.
“Marry me,” he cried. “No not ever”.

The lovers ran towards each other,
United at live long last
When suddenly they became entangled
And were strangled
By their scarves.

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About Gary Baggings

Andrea is a former farm girl who is currently living and working in London. She spends her days writing words for other people, and the long nights penning her own. When she grows up she wants to be cleverer than she is now and run an emporium of some sort. For no good reason, and against sound advice, she writes under an inexplicable pen name, visit www.garybaggings.wordpress.com for more.
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