Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Gar-Lick

    The witching hour draws near
      (whatever that implies)
    Your breath reeks of stale beer

    I cringe when you ask me for a kiss
      (from my virgin lips?!)
        ~ First take a lick of this… *



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    *Of course, you already referred back 
    to the title, didn't you? You didn't need
    my little reminder. (Heh-heh).

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Michael Tor November 24, 2024 at 11:00 AM How shocking is that Gershon when you get a kiss from the wife and she just had a meal with garlic. Would love to see your reaction, priceless lol... Thanks for the smile...

Joe Maverick November 24, 2024 at 6:03 AM Wow you're make a poem so slick, just by adding garlic..Maybe a clove or two or tobasco To chew..G W' I mean why quit while ahead.?

Tom Cunningham November 23, 2024 at 10:39 PM Yuck, the family love it, I can't stand the taste or the smell, maybe I'm a vampire lol. Tom