Lucky Eight
Lucky Eight
But I adore you, don’t go! I plead without hesitation,
Your pulchtritude is way beyond just simply amazing.
This I say and my discomfort is blazing,
As if that for her is a spectacular revelation.
I was Five minutes late for our dinner at Eight,
So this paragon of perniciousness lost her mind,
She snapped and stabbed me in the eye from behind.
Buts she’s so full of charisma that I still think she’s great.
12/07/2018
Copyright © Jeff Kantor | Year Posted 2018
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