Sunday lunch

Sunday lunch

A Poem by Anthony Hall
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Humour

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Darling why dont you love me
Are you going with the guy next door?
You simply have to tell me darling
If I have become such a bore.

Oh! darling darling darling darling
How can you say such things,
Well if you are darling darling
When I hit him he'll sprout wings.

Oh darling you're acting like a child
Oh darling I've only kissed him once,
That was the other sunday, you know
When they invited us round for lunch.

Yes, darling but tongues were involved
He was like a frog on heat,
I saw him pinch your bottom darling
He bit into your neck like a lump of meet.

It was just a friendly gesture my darling
I saw you grab his meat and two rolls,
I've had enough of your lying darling
I'll have to put a stop to him
Before he scores too many goals.










© 2013 Anthony Hall


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One kiss with tongues involved....sounds like trouble to me! I love your sense of humor Tony. This is amazing. So glad I found it.

:) Julie

Posted 11 Years Ago


All pure fiction and good for a laugh, dependsing on your sense of humour of course which you have in abundance, Lydi, so I knew you would enjoy this rib tickler. Enjoyed your comments..Tony**

Posted 11 Years Ago


Only kissed him once? My goodness, as if that doesn't count? Sounds like this marriage is going to end quickly and painfully! You have such a good imagination, Tony. I had to smile at this one. Lydi**

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Anthony Hall
Anthony Hall

Hampshire, United Kingdom



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I am a novelist, poet, childrens writer and have been writing for fifteen years and I am a published author. My hobbies are music, walking and gardening. I come from Southern England. more..

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