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Poetry By: dadio

Tags: Poem, Man, Girls, Women

Hank & his broads.

Submitted:Aug 5, 2008    Reads: 125    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Sure I like broads, said Hank,
Especially the cute
Ones with soft dimpled cheeks;
The cool sleek ones like cats

That purr in your ears and
Claw at your groin; I like
The plump dames, with puffy
Pillow-like breasts where you

Can lay your head on those
Cold lonely winter nights;
Or the slim broads with tongues
Like razors, hips like small

Handles, who keep you on
Your toes and in their beds;
And the clever dames who
Use their heads listening

To Brahms, while I lay in
Their arms, looking into
Their bright blue eyes, seeing
Death waiting for me out

There on the rim, just me
And dark deadly old him.


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