I love the mould between your toes
I love the stench that comes and goes,
The gravy stains upon your clothes,
And dribbles on your panty hose.
My dearest dear, there might be those
Who look with pity, I suppose
Upon my choice as I compose
These lines which now draw to a close.
Happy Valentines Day, you putrid old wreck.
Who’s a cynic tonight, then?
8 comments:
HAHA! :oD this is great!
Better than hearts and flowers!!!!
You mean I'm not the only cynic in the world? I didn't know whether to giggle or hate myself.
Giggle, I did!
Me, too!
It's easy for you. It'll be on my record when I get to The Gates.
So don't go through the gate, sneak through the hole in the fence ;)
But first, I have a few people to haunt. Are you ready?
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