Ghost Johnny
In one of her castle bedrooms by a fool red moon
she yells:" Come on, butler Cloclo, go go be good
or... goodbye!" Suddenly the old duchesse sighs horny,
rolls over and groans: "Hello, is that you, sir Lennon?"
so quickly and angry I moan: "Ghost ghost Johnny go"
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Claudelaire | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 mei 2026 | ||
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