I came upon the good fortune to court a lovely redhead.
“Let’s have coffee and krimpets at three”, she said.
I replied, “Three is a splendid time for our date. If I spread two and four wide, thereupon, I shall find three, laying juicily in wait– a target in which to thrust arrow deep, I shan’t be late! This date, I shall keep!”
She said, “Loose is your screw. Let’s make it two.”
Imagine my surprise, as with two fingers splayed wide, she poked both my eyes!
Ouch-Ouch! What a grouch!
Gents, don’t think women to be smitten by flowery words. I’m now of the opinion that poetry is for the birds.
To hazard a guess, I was drinking when I wrote this.
#oldstuff #lookmaitrhymes
Red wine…
Yes. I’ll try that next time 🙂
I love your playfulness here. It’s downright disarming. 😛
Thanks Tony 🙂 Glad you enjoyed this silliness.
Pretty words might work on a screwed up woman who likes a man with a loose screw. They r soul mates…lol.
Ha! I see what you did there 🙂
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I love this, Eric. You should drink more often lol. I’ll join you!
Yes, we should. We can drink to good times and to bad poetry! Lol. Thank you, Dorinda, as always 🙂
Oh the stories we could write LOL Have a wonderful day, my friend!