My second offering for Poetry Pot Luck at http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com. It’s true too.
I mean there’s only one pervert down the hall;
You could have come here and he wouldn’t have bothered you at all.
My Milky Ways didn’t have razors, I know because I just ate the last one,
The soft mints didn’t have LSD I don’t think; I’ve got through half of ’em.
Damn, I wish I had a blueberry pixie-stick and a couple of Kit Kats too.
And I’ll be damned if she wasn’t 41!
With a cowardly lion chihuahua instead of a son.
Reaching into my bag I give her a goodly sum,
better give her a lot, she’ll be my only one.
Picture used w/o permission from imvu.com