I knew I wanted him
The moment we met
And making him love me was
Easy
As easy as taking candy
From a diabetic man
Who no longer wishes
To eat candy
Cause he is fat
And diabetic
With bad foot problems
Yeah
It was that kind of
Easy love
I knew I wanted him
The moment we met
And making him love me was
Easy
As easy as taking candy
From a diabetic man
Who no longer wishes
To eat candy
Cause he is fat
And diabetic
With bad foot problems
Yeah
It was that kind of
Easy love
😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂
Sweet Bridget, but I think you have found your calling while you work on your novel.
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What? You mean… Leave the depth for the book and be a snarky writer of really bad poetry for kicks and grins?!
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Oh yes…sell out!!! Go for the party jokes! Gwen’s Book of Bathroom Poetry will be on the back of every toilet in suburbia.
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I’m dying laughing at how carefully awfully I’m writing and I’m amused that they all seem to be romantic in some way. They’re like a “How Not to Woo” in poetic form.
I’m surprised how many likes they’re getting and disappointed I’m not getting snarky remarks back.
Ah well. Can’t win them all I guess.
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You are are crafting them too well. You are a master at this club the baby seal type poetry.
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Yes.
Here doth lie my dark side…
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I like all your sides!
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Yucky.
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