T’was on such a day,
In an unseasonably hot May,
That my favourite butter ran away.
Now I’m with Marge.
Posted in Poetry, Shocking Poetry, Writing
Posted by: dragojac | June 18, 2007
Churned Love
Responses
Oh. I think I love you.
But you’re not available.
Darn.
By: Suz at Large on July 3, 2007
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