Converse...
Conversations confusing
Google bots are oozing as I type
Quiet yet quite the riot
Gents lament a Goddess rant
Counting Coronets that can’t…
Hailing comments that She shan’t
Whale her song from a ship of Pink.
While her telly was quite the philly
Her belly was shaking with quiet silly
A butter in the fly has stumbled…
Tumbling his tongue on a British bum.
She laughed as she came undone and
He remembers now, the dame’s name.
Especially, the special invented his game.
Peace and pieces were all to blame, so
Sasanova lost her shame… and went froth.
Up the Gemini and into the Earth…
Tales from the doggie, so Sirius at first
Said ales of Corona created Mirth.
Martha, is such a ham when she works!
Sang a song about six biggie wics
Five for games and one for sticks…
Dear John, Flame of my heart,
Your elip Tickles O’l Neptune’s part!
Dear Ed, did you hear of the start!
Two men in wigs… made a Casaba tart!
Logs only have rhythm… when they’re lagers…
Honey, pass my reed please… near the sandals.dear ;)~
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2010
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