Chance Coupling Without The Responsibility
Massive friction, from her waist,
Was not enough for me;
The fact that we were interlaced
Was scarcely to the vicar's taste
Who much preferred our harlots chaste
When in captivity
Liposuction, to my thighs,
Has halved my faint allure
But counterpoints my sunken eyes
The breasts of nugatory size
Have turned the heads of countless guys
For reasons quite obscure
Manic rantings, from your lips,
Define you as a fool
And when you offer all those tips
The bones protruding from your hips
Erode the stoutest cycle-clips
You really are not cool
Nepotism, when it comes
Beats chronic unemployment
But when our fingers count as thumbs
The odds of muffing meager sums
Increase, and all we gain is crumbs
From relative annoyment
| Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, F, Kansas Sam, Chevalier. |
| Poem finished: | 6th March 2006 by F. |