MY ONLY FRIEND LEFT IS A GIRL NAMED JINNY.
KNEW HER SO LONG, EVEN BACK WHEN SHE WAS SKINNY...
When you write poetry it's meant to be read,
By people who want to read all that you've said...
Gathering my clothes up from the floor,
as I try to slip quietly out of the door...
I got to the third base
but I almost forgot...
Whispers here
Whispers there...
Poop is smelly, sultry, deep
and full of secrets richly steeped...
For many a long year I've spent most of my time
searching for a smart lady with reason and rhyme...
Mary had a little lamb, what a shock
far be it from me to judge, laugh, or mock...
Take them off, toss them aside,
they can't be washed, gotta say goodbye...
If I were to gather everything there is,
And merge it with everything that was...
Burping and slurping my way through the straw
I find a new dimension, a traveling flaw...
I'm a woman so of course I love to go shopping.
My man, well he'd rather clean up dog droppings...