So I wrote this poem when I was on restriction bored in my room. I had this poster hanging on my wall.
Kermit Clein he is mine, no one knows but he is fine.
My hands want to feel his buns of steel.
I’d like to see it in a love chair and stare at his underwear.
I like his big bulging eyes that sit on top of his head, I sometimes wonder if he closes them when he goes to bed.
I’d love to swing from his jungle vine legs on my way to make him some eggs.
I want to touch his finger of bone as I tell him please phone home.
Miss piggy can suck my big toe because Kermmy loves me so.
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