Love Is Blind
I met her on a Monday at a place where drunkards meet,
my heart pounding loudly, my toes tapping with the beat.
On Tuesday we met for coffee at a place I always go,
I couldn't take my eyes of her, well her cleavage was quite low.
On Wednesday I met her family, the spitting image of her dad,
they both have a mustache, and hairy bottoms I might add.
On Thursday we went shopping, I took her to the mall,
at least until I lost her, as she's only one foot tall.
I found her on the Friday, wandering the street,
she couldn't make it home last night, she hasn't any feet.
Saturday we spoke of having a child, and I asked her if we can,
she said that might be a problem, as she used to be a man.
It's Sunday and a week has past, she was sent from up above,
I don't care what other people think, she's mine and I'm in love.
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