Crisp cool night I got high and watched the stars twinkle. A moment of time a lost wrinkle.
Cooler than a popsicle not possible,
I’m splashing the water, my daughters the ripple.
Life is complex sequence
twisted into a long riddle.
To be what you want or settle for what got.
I remember when I had to piss and didn’t have a pot.
So my hands got to work
My mind got to thinking
I made 4 scores 7 years ago like I was Abe Lincoln.
But the time keeps tickin’
History still not written, the plot it thickens,
A tale of two cities no Charles Dickens.
Started in the field, ended in when a blossom,
Pollinate the pussy down to the red bottoms.
Mo money. No problem
More women,
More drugs,
More love to solve em.
Real life rockstar, a cop car.
Where’s success? Not far.
Popstar ready to pop the coochie on me.
I been bout it since Nas made oochie wallie.
My wallet thicker than Christopher Wallace..
King Edward The VIIIth, pitiable blighter, abdicated the throne.
He had the hots for an American divorcee - this the Brits would not condone!
He was King for a spell and the paramours continued their torrid romance.
They later wed, he was busted to Duke of Windsor and they settled in France.
Wallis Simpson was middle-class but knew how to climb the social rungs.
She was twice divorced which triggered a legion of wagging tongues.
They met at Lady Furness's digs and Wallie thought Eddie not all that sexy,
But they wed incurring upon The Archbishop of Canterbury a case of apoplexy!
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Clerihew Couples For Valentines Day" Contest
(10 January 2019)
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