Paste Enema Haiku.

There is nothing here
But a lip of hardened paste
From our night of joy

A tickle of paste
Teases down my sweaty thigh
Oh, plug it again!

At the doctor's office
Winter wheat and water mix
I walk funny now

The drill instructors
Have their pots of paste in hand
Bend over, private

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