The Trouble with Tribbles

by Hot Lizard Boy

I met her at a party
Fur like a mink, but hot as a minx
An unwise pour
And that acrobatic little beastie
Turned her tricks
Until I turned her on her back
Slid in with ease
A conquering god
The Trouncer of Tribbles

Only 24 hours later
The paternity suit decided in fast-acting Tribble court
And I'm paying child support for 18 years
To 50 of the little bastards
That, my friend, is the trouble with Tribbles


Copyright 2008 by Hot Lizard Boy

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