But I Love Him
I don't like him,
But I love him.
His pockets are trim,
Slimmer than a Slim Jim.
I'm in love with someone broke.
This is not cupid's arrow poke.
It's the poke of the devil's fork.
He's running to me like love,
Is a sacred sport.
I don't like him,
But I love him.
His pockets are trim,
Slimmer than a Slim Jim.
wrote 11-23-10
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010
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