I didn't Pass Penmanship
Sad Limerick #2
A Tap dancing noise form inside
It seemed her hard drive had died.
"I hope you saved often,
Or else it's a coffin!"
"All the time!" she tearfully lied.
You Only Think of It drunk
She spoke your name between your thighs
her voice: a pungent cocktail.
Between her breasts all those julys.
She screamed your name with crossed tight thighs
the breakup over voicemail.
you remember her name, her thighs,
her voice, while gulping a pungent cocktail.
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Labels: Hard Coded, Iambic, limerick, Triolet
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