Priscilla
An elegant lady in high heels walking.
I caught her up, she was softly singing Elvis.
She looked at me, stopped singing,
And asked, "Are you lonesome"?
OMG, it was Priscilla, a quick thought I had,
Why didn't she add 'tonight'?
I felt myself floating, then I saw her gloating.
Next thing I knew was my mom asking,
"How did you get that lump on your head"?
Oh, how I wanted to say, "Priscilla,
an elegant lady kicked me out of my bed",
but pride got the better, I said. blushingly,
"I bumped into the bathroom door",
I mean, what else could an injured man say?
05/06/2018
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