Tuesday, July 5, 2016

2138-2140. Return of the native

After taking nine days off to roam
I am so fucking glad to be home!
Driving 1200 miles
In two days brings no smiles
Crazy drivers can make your mouth foam.

Yes, I'm back from my lengthy sojourn
And suppose it again is my turn
To attempt to regale
Or, with philth, to assail
Readers' tender ears until they burn.

'Though I can't be compared to John Ciardi
And certainly not Thomas Hardy
I'll use 'cunt' or 'piss'
As I rhyme 'bout a miss
Who got laid and whose period is tardy.

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