Last Guy She Dated Was Frankenstein
Does your daughter date? I asked the man.
Oh, sure, he agreed. As hard as she can.
But does she have a steady guy?
I do not know, want to know why?
I would love to know, I said to him.
He turned on me with electrical vim.
The last guy she dated was Frankenstein.
I laughed at his humor, for it is like mine.
I kid you not, look at this picture and you will see….
I did, and he was not skullduggerying me.
She really had dated Frankenstein.
I hope it was in October, ‘cause that would be fine.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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