I am just writing this limerick
Because I’m not out getting any dick
The taste of it’s sour
And no lovely flower
It’s only a cut off ‘ol stem

For ev-er-y dollar I spend
I can hear you holler – no end!
But you do not make any sense
In love, you are aw-ful-ly dense
No longer my heart do I lend

You can’t hold me pris-on-er – No!
To be your sweet victim…Cajole!
Nor hold my girl ransom
Your planning’s so rancid
And I can not take any more!

If I am just flapping my gums
Then I must make use of my lungs
Because I can’t stand it
For you are a bandit
And I am now climbing the rungs!

If I did not contribute anything
I sure was a puppet with strings
Because you pulled every damn one of ‘em
They broke and you sure are a son-of-a…
We’ll see if my freedom will ring!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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