1-800-Sweet-Sweet-Sweet

Whoa is me, don't have many friends Except those here on the Soup Maybe because I show only my best side You don't really know the scoop Nasty to children push old people down Whenever I get the chance It's my right after living for eighty-six years Still adorable after a lifelong dance Well what did you expect, some Casanova No way, been through life's mill Got spitted out quite unceremoniously A hardened “lifer” if you will Putting you on, been a charmer since birth Ladies all flock to my door Just wanting a piece of my virile body The word “old” I absolutely abhor Well enough about me, a Hollywood hunk Quite unassuming, shy and sweet If any of you want to know this guy better Number's 1-800-SWEET-SWEET-SWEET
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Hankins Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 9:28 AM
Oh yeah...you are something else, Jack.
Ellison Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 10:24 AM
Big freaking smile! LO?L
Jones Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 5:23 AM
Delightful!
Ellison Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 5:30 AM
Thank you dear Karen... I'm so confused though... which is the real me! LOL Love, Happy Jack XOX
Cunningham Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 4:02 AM
Lol, I needed a laugh today Jack, not coming here again in 42c, im cooking. In Marmaris now, Tom
Ellison Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 4:24 AM
Fun-Fun-Fun eh! LOL 42c insane... get back home Tom!!!!!
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace