Old Blue Flames

Who told you to come 
or to shake your rump? 
  
Not me, I'm just over 
here, drinking some punch. 
  
It's safe to assume you've 
got some things to say 
  
Well, I'm deaf, so 
have a field day. 
  
My harem is full, sorry. 
Maybe I could use you at the mortuary.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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