Sunday lunchA Poem by Anthony HallHumour
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 HallReviews
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3 Reviews Added on August 13, 2013 Last Updated on August 13, 2013 AuthorAnthony HallHampshire, United KingdomAboutI 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..Writing
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