Nudge Nudge Wink Wink
They sit in the long grass
Cuddled up to smooch
She smiles at him sweetly’ saying
You can look but not touch
He looks so dejected
That’s not what he wants
He is hungry inside
His breath comes in short pants
He tries to coax her
With a nibble on her ear
But she’s having none of it
He’s going without, I fear.
Bet your minds are a quiver
Nudge nudge wink wink
But it’s only the sandwiches
He’s after
I Think???
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2012
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