Anonymous Horace
Republicans’ son, from Kingaroy
Trained as a chef in the big smoke
Drugs and drinking delivered joy
Running thousand acre farm, a joke!
Designer biscuit job was all he spoke
Bulk overtime on beginners’ salary
Folks raised his daughter, mother left
Her tuition sapped him, posh gallery
Hung far higher than menial chef
Daughter’s school money drain heft
Dating App attempt eventually gave
Fresh prospect, Poison Grape her name
Eight year celibate, keen to misbehave
Incredulous, he didn’t have any game
When finally they got together, so lame!
Three inch below huge belly disappoint
Somehow she still seemed hooked
Horace cooled, no invite to visit his joint
Impetus to continue faded after first look
When she asked him over, he’d sook
Lectured his intention of long term love
Phone calls reassured her, placated
Dancing, pretty singing, mood lifted above
Didn’t convince three inch to be inflated
Lingerie and massage, still unsatiated
Avoided her, heart hidden in horrible fact
Her gregarious glamour overwhelmed
Lifestyle she deserved, his income lacked
Side by side slaving was his only realm
Thank god she bled, sense took the helm
Stark short time ago history
27th June
Raised requirements heaps!
Copyright © Sigrid Ermine | Year Posted 2023
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