A lady who lived in her car, Who I'd met up with once in a bar, When she came back to town, And was feeling quite down, Came and made me feel just like a star.
There was a hot blonde from the South, Did amazing things with her mouth, Her kiss was a blast, But what left them aghast, Was she'd suck but she'c never spit out.
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Some of my poems start out as songs or vice versa as well...
keep those tunes comin...