Beer Keg Legs
Meg has two old battered beer keg legs
that don't look to hold much more than dregs.
But when Greg comes along
she begs; "Please, please, belong
to me. I still gotta lotta eggs.”
*Written at Elizabeth Wesley's request.
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011
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