Guess I am cracked up a bit,
From her I never took sh**,
She was one tough bitch,
Made me laugh, kept me in the stitch…
Blond in color, when its not dyed,
Brighter in color, when it is applied,
Beautiful teeth though, mouth hanging open,
When she is on her backside,
Her legs splayed,
With me for ten years she did reside…
If you find them keep the old lady,
That’s right, the reward is for the dog
She is MY loving & beautiful baby…
I hope you find her–the bitch of your dreams.
Ron
an ending to this one, Ed.
Lady Vivian
and the dog might come running. -gene.
r
Glad this is fiction. Otherwise, if you had a woman like this, she's smack you a good one. Loved the poem.
Mary