Another Night Out

By drkevin

Sat, 20 Mar 2021
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I like you in that feather boa constrictor.
So I'll don my fez and you can call me Victor.
No cash for a taxi, so plant your rump in the wheel barrow.
We'll be legless by midnight, predicted by tarot.

Certificate 12
Poem
Romance
Humour
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Adorable little poem and 'legless by midnight'  riding home in a wheelbarrow - very amusing image there. Loved this!smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by drkevin on

 

Thanks for your comments. Much appreciated. Just a bit of fun to keep the old mind active.