Was just passing,
When she was feeling stressed,
That Bonnie lady felt as well oppressed,
Far be it from me to be to her harassing…
I offered to her a bone,
We smoked it together on the porch of her home,
Buzzed she did get, she couldn’t hardly stand,
She said she wanted to listen to then,
Some music from The Band…
Not being a Band fanatic,
I had to get a bit melodramatic,
I talked my way away from the visit,
As I had to go home and relieve myself,
She understood as my wacky weed farts were getting quite aromatic…
© ed [LOL] 10/7/08
Ed the Elder
PS: you play with Bonnie's fires and you gonna get your pinky burn.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
you are a character. are you giving poor Bonnie your bad habits?
you should be ashamed! Than to make it aromatic? tsk..tsk
Mary
Fee
Hmm...I've thought of you in such different terms. Heh. Cute writ and funny. Nice snapshot of friendship.
Thank you, ~D.