Wednesday 21 January 2009

Poem-Everyone' favorite Dish



Everyone’s Favourite Dish

I was on top at the back getting shushed again
Met you at the back of the bus
You’re everyone’s favourite dish
Want to take my time and not rush
To make up for all the sex and party’s Id missed
Obsessive compulsive list
All furniture b4 leaving the house is kissed
I ordered everyone’s favourite dish
Fish and chips with out the fish!
Chips!

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