ANY resemblance to a real person is strictly coincidental...
During the day he is at least civil
Living in the deep south in his little shanty
His doggy his only friend
Guess he’ll be his way till his end…
A flair he has for telling stories
Normally of love, nothing gory
He is read by many, followed by few
He doesn’t know how good he’s got it
He really needs to get himself a clue…
From the very disguised way you've written this I would never have a clue as to why you would want to write about him at all or even who in the heck he is? And then insult upon injury, you would wish that he would blow his leg off, or worse?
What did he ever do to you to have you think this way?
Nevermind…
Emily Litella
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on March 27, 2015
Please, please we are all adults here...we write what we write. And
though we may disagree at times. Please be civil we are all friends
here!
I've no idea who everyone is talking about, especially Mr. Bolton, this is a PURELY fictional poem...though as wars go, Jerry, I have never lost any, though to be quite honest I never had any either...this is the way I deal, so if you don't like it, deal with it...that said, I am done...this is my page here on the DEN and I can write what I want & I will...-ED-
You, Ed are the one who said for me to unfriend you on Facebook. So I did, now you want to rip me here. You said you didn't care, but this poem tells me that you do care. You're not hurting me in any fashion.
I said, "I deleted the post about the butterfly up the woman's ass. Do you really have to be a wise ass about every fucking thing?"
You said, "as a matter of fact, YES I DO...dont like it, un fiend me
I dont care"
So I did. Why bother trying to start a war with me? It is not going to work. At least you wrote a good poem concerning our situation last night, I have to give you that.
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What did he ever do to you to have you think this way?
Nevermind…
Emily Litella
though we may disagree at times. Please be civil we are all friends
here!
Always,
Deborah
Love ya,
Jane
I said, "I deleted the post about the butterfly up the woman's ass. Do you really have to be a wise ass about every fucking thing?"
You said, "as a matter of fact, YES I DO...dont like it, un fiend me
I dont care"
So I did. Why bother trying to start a war with me? It is not going to work. At least you wrote a good poem concerning our situation last night, I have to give you that.