I read the New York Times
The Onion and The Press,
deciding what to wear
Levi's or a dress,
what color make-up
to paint on my face
my drab underwear
or fancy frilly lace,
Make my decision
head to the bar
just down the street
not very far,
drink a few beers
shoot a little pool
go home with a guy
and his hard eager tool,
We do the usual things
in the usual way
he seems quite pleased
he got his way,
I read the New York Times
The Onion and The Press
what was his name?
I can only guess ...
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments (2 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (2)