You've got a fat ass, lady
You've got no class, lady
But I'll love you just the same.
Your upper lip's hairy
Your complexion's scary
Still, I'd like to know your name.
You've got thunder thighs, lady
You've got crossed eyes, lady
Still, I'd like to jump your frame.
Your ears are waggin'
Your tits are saggin'
Still, you make me glad that I came.
'Cause at closin' time
It ain't no crime
For ugly folks to fall in lust.
And I've got the notion
If we go through the motions
We'll leave the pretty people eating our dust.
If that message was meant for me....whhateng...a smag and a kick from me..I thought love is blind.....BOO...LOOKA you fat lady is on my poetry list under "WHAT KILLS YOU"
Love
Tinka
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on September 28, 2002
you can have your "pretty people".. give me somebody who can put 3 or more words together coherently and put pictures in my head and I'll have him outta there BEFORE last call.. give me a good mind and a kind heart and we'll leave em ALLLLL in the dust! hehe You write unashamedly..Nice. katy.
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Love
Tinka
intriqing.
loved it..
That picture....
Peg
Tim
Bravo!!!