Peeping Toms... A Sequel Of A P Poem by me poet yeps poet

Your humour
excites my tumour
it nearly burst
yesterday
laughing at your poemy
poetry

humorical as any one would
or could
say
you inspire
ppme
naturally


we all give birth
to PEEPING TOMS
to secretly eves drop and learn
how love making is consumed
and there are no left overs
all is devoured in blow ups
in every over

so teachguys
not to be Peepers
Creepers
kinda

invite them when you are
enjoyinga
I won't say naked
nor nanga

mayput a smile
no not on yours
but on the face of the trainee
you called him
a PP what

no more peepers kindly
free education
for the BPL
of sex

Sire
willaccept ye
u r east the rest
without vest
DOES THIS QUALIFY
as your humour-try