Sixty-five Degrees
If you squeegee my windshield, I'll scour your pot
Her whispered proposal seemed naughty and hot.
Not.
If you'll vacuum my duct work, I'll clean out your gutters.
What do they mean, these words that she mutters?
Nutters!
If you shampoo my carpet, I'll hose out your shed
Unless we can plan something better instead.
Bed?
If you tickle my fancy, I'll massage your feet
Shouldn't we first get something to eat?
Neat!
Contributors: | F, Will H, Beefy, Amy H.. |
Poem finished: | 1st February 2005 by F. |