April 10, 2012

 

 

 

Of all the underhand

Conniving things to do!

I can never forgive you

That’s it

You are out of my zone forever

So don’t bother trying to get

Back into my good books

Don’t give me one of those

Long soppy looks

Or those stupid grins that say

‘I know you don’t mean it’

Just take your

Coochy–coochy-coo’s elsewhere

Because this time

And I mean it

This time

You’ve had it with me.

So make your own Tea

And then sling your hook

Oh, and on your way back

Could you bring some milk

Because we’ve run out! 

 

 

 

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