What To Get Him This Year
I mustn't get him a tie
Number two-hundred and five
A belt? No. (He needs suspenders)
He's no longer svelte
Maybe a wallet?
What for? He never spends money
Perhaps a pet?
Nope. He once killed a bunny...
I'm out of ideas, I confess
Haven't the foggiest notion
Well, I never! He says, 'Come to bed dear
Your mother just bought me some Purple Passion Love Potion'
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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