Saturday, November 5, 2011

Loose Rhyme

Loose Rhyme

Making out in her daddy's car.
Amazed that I'd gotten that far.
Wishing and groping
sweaty fingers hoping
that I could somehow unfasten her bra.

It sort of sounds like it rhymes but I have to agree with what my sister's assessment of Loose Rhyme.  It doesn't!

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