To The Lovely Girl Across The Table: a thoughtful poem
To The Lovely Girl Across The TableHappy hour you've had some drinks,
And things are heating up.
She tells you what she really thinks,
While you stare in your cup.
She's mad she's glad sometimes she flirts;
Your mind is elsewhere now,
Somewhere inside your body hurts--
You have to leave, and how.
It's urgent now you feel the pain!
The pressure's on your mind.
Leaving you'll have much to gain,
You're not the shrinking kind.
So now it's time to take that stand--
You know when that time is.
Man up my boy, take things in hand,
And go and take a whiz.
The End. A Samuel Coleridge Production
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 2:16 PM
1 Comments:
Awww, a love poem to your uerthra :)
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