Poetry From Woden’s Balls
I’m considered a bit of a lady-killer due to my gift for seduction through poetry. Women like poetry. Don’t ask me why. Probably because they’re stupid. I mean, Jesus, really? Talking in rhyme? That’s fine for mother goose. Or Top 40. But for getting laid? Hey: what can I say. As Rowdy Yates used to […]
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