Bored In Manhattan
I went to Manhattan cause I was bored,
And it is there, I met a man, sweet Lord;
Oh gosh, he was enchanting,
And soon he had me panting;
And adored, my word, bored has a reward.
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December 28, 2015
Limerick
~ Not For Contest ~
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