What, oh this
this little old knife?
Oh it means nothing,
so please be my wife.
-
'This rope' you ask,
'What is the meaning?'
My soap it holds,
Only for cleaning
-
You say its not kosher
To give you that stare
I only admire
Your brown seas of hair
-
Lets venture to the bedroom,
With steps, skips, and hops,
We'll make beautiful musi-
Wait, who called the cops?
-
Oh dont be like that
My little pet
Reaching for that mace,
Oh you play hard to get
-
I'll be back, my love
To take you away,
Until then my love
In prison I'll stay.
Submitted: October 18, 2009
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Comments
Wow. What a write!
Susan
fantastic! Check me out plz.
Fri, October 23rd, 2009 6:51amFacebook Comments
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summerlover
Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
Sun, October 18th, 2009 11:29pmAuthor
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Thank you very much. I hope it tickled your funny bone.
Tue, October 20th, 2009 3:15pm