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
breaking and mending are the journey
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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