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short funny poem

Submitted:Apr 8, 2012    Reads: 463    Comments: 15    Likes: 7   


I am no friend of him

an aquaintance based on hate


Running away

and he's always making me weight

I keep my chin - up

as I do my pull downs

at his place,

and I wonder why

I come here

as the blood rushes

up to my face

then a glimpse in the mirrors

check out the muscles and

the six pac he

created for me


all is forgiven

you're my very best mate

why don't you

come over for tea

no ?

oh well same time tomorrow


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