Trembles and Thrills
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The sight of his pecs made me quiver
I was trembling and all of a quiver
To get his finely toned body
Became his life not his hobby
But in the bedroom he couldn’t deliver
He was thrilled when I cooked him a meal
I hoped his body he’d later reveal
But he drank too much wine
I saw this as a sign
Of this problem he tried to conceal
I brought him a little blue pill
Thought its action could give us a thrill
But he fell fast asleep
And was soon counting sheep
Poor guy, he’s really over the hill!
N/A in original contest and never entered in another contest
Submitted to LOSERS ONLY contest by Jerry T Curtis
12~10~15
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2015
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