O Cynthia
Cynthia O my erstwhile lover
I pine and flounder.
Yes, yes I know I once dumped you -
you just were not pretty enough,
in your tartan wooly socks
but your body once
really rocked my rocks.
O Cynthia, I am not the same
but you Cynthia will be
forever on my brain.
In my mind you come to me now
in my jacuzzi
all lithe and super sudsy.
Cynthia O Cynthia,
be not so cruel, I was a damn fool.
I think of you still
as I ought've or ought'er
frolicking here so naked
in my scuzzy hot tub water.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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