Bent Finger Curse
The bent finger curse…
So I used to visit this hot little chick,
With a momma nasty just a bit,
She shook her crooked finger bent,
Says “I’m the one who pays the rent,”
And banned I was indeed,
But passions flowed, and love the more,
A sneaking through her frontish door,
Just a man in need,
Like all the other weeds,
For sure,
This day the old girl coffee made,
she lectured me, and venom sprayed,
“You are never to darken my door,
You’ll see Trish, no never more,
Begone with utmost speed,”
Indeed!
So I said I’ll take your Trish away,
To live with me, perhaps she’ll stay,
The splash of coffee in me face,
It needed sugar, just a trace,
So I said “thank you darling” too,
Departing weed…
Don Johnson
true story
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