Saturday, 22 August 2020

don't ask



the dog house is my resting place
my shins are bruised with pain
today is my true loves birthday
So don't ask her age again

she said I was tactless
an imbecilic fool
a moron half wit
and other words so cruel

curiously drives the human mind
drives out suspicion and the dark
so now I sit outside with Rover
learning how to bark

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