Hugging you can get out
I don't know what you want
He said that she was blunt
That sounds too fun a stunt
Double check with her hunt
Nothing really had a front
It's ok to go back to bunt
Single wife and she was shunt
Gallon tank and he was drunk
Go ahead and let me bunk
The bed is free or I'm sunk
Not a thrill in his trunk
Was surprised to see that junk
He wasn't going to be a hunk
Definitely a second half chunk
No wonder if he stunk
But all the nicknames stuck
Not sure how much you suck
Can't believe you are not the one who snuck
You don't feel bad 'bout the one you ran amuck
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Poetry
PoetryA random assortment of rhymes and poems that i make up about life and anything in general.
