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In love with a Rolls-Royce

(This is a fictional poem) A man fell in love with his brand new Rolls-Royce. But he soon made a very bad choice. He thought kissing a car would be the same as kissing a woman but he soon learned it was not. He french kissed the tailpipe right after driving his Rolls and a third degree burn was what he got. It hurt so much that it reduced this idiot to tears. His mouth got burned so bad that he couldn't taste for an entire year.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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