Bones and phonesA Poem by Tania Mo
A soldeir big and strong
With a musket a mile long What do you think he did When he found his wife in bed Doing something quite wrong? If gunpowder burns the flesh off all the bones Should his wife of porn beg to be turned to stone? What if he decides to condone Coz if he bombed her -he was left all alone No one around to make him his scones. So all he burnt was her phone Happy to be spared the gun Now all she licks is his ice-cream cone. © 2024 Tania MoAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on May 9, 2024 Last Updated on May 9, 2024 AuthorTania MoSydney , Epping , AustraliaAboutI am a Vietnamese. 27 years. Now living in Epping near Sydney. I write down thoughts that I like. You may like them too. Tania Mo more..Writing
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