Excuses
I appreciate you asking me for a date
but, errr... the invitation arrived too late.
You see; I stumbled and took a tumble
that broke my nose and bloodied my toes.
My face is swollen and my clothes were stolen
I've nothing to wear, and need to wash my hair.
I swear it's true. I'm not making excuses to you!
I ate chocolate crickets that gave me rickets
and it made me turn green so I'm quarantined.
Well then, please don't grieve, but would you believe?
It's not that I don't wanna, but I'm stuck in Tijuana
Another time, maybe? I'm about to have a baby!
11/28/20
Make Me Laugh With Some Humor
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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