Momma's Pretty TSF
She spends
no end
of hours
choosing
new shoes
and skirts.
She’s svelte.
Her ‘friends’
all send
flowers
and rings
and booze.
Her flirts
would melt
the pope’s
blasé.
She’s out
each night
till two.
When she
appears
she gropes
her way
(same route)
(she’s tight)
straight through
to ‘free’
my beers.
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