And now for something even newer
They write bad poetry. Well, so can I...
Us sensitive guys don’t have it fair
We wear our feelings on our sleeves, alone we despair
For the right women for whom we can ensnare
Maybe a MWF in with whom we could have an affair
Maybe comb her hair
In a big easy chair
Whilst eating a seckel pear
She'll help him up when he is down
Maybe with a lively night on the town
Perhaps in Georgetown
Can anyone help with another rhyming noun?
Just give me a minute I’ll jot it down on the hem of your gown.
Have you ever thought that a guy prone to snivel
Had a small penis that was prone to shrivel
At the very thought of making his hips swivel
For the lovely craigslist ladies
Thanks for reading this drivel...
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