One Lovebird Sang Her Last Notes
one lovebird sang her last notes
here i am drunker than a skunk
trying to write fast as a slam
i sit looking to wet my whistle and dunk
a past basket and score with her prim and pram
i lost to her good graces on a lost prayer
of coffee and a roll of good will
she thwarted my advances and cares
looking for another booby to fit her bill
so the pictures painted in bright red
forget me grabbing her silly and going to town
or heaven forbid of thinking of taking her to bed
so we know why i sit here a little down
theres fish that are swimming in the sea
colorful tangs and parrot fish but i like her
shes kind of unique and care free
for theres something about her that makes me stir
so the story has been told that shes tied up
in a knots and mysteries leaving me an empty cup.
connie pachecho
3/23/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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