Short Kewpie Poems

Standing there
Arms outstretched
The haggard pasty washed up
Kewpie doll
Of a soon to be ex
Awaited his oxytocin fix

As the dutiful wench
Swallowed the stench
Of his distillery fermented fat
She thought 

This puts the retch in wretched

And that was that
A good sense of humour
Is only embraced so far



5.31.2020...

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