Scandinavian Night
A Scandinavian night got me up tightI couldn't fight, so I had to light
Like a drunk slug, with a glug, glug,
fell into the tub, hit with a thud.
Woke the next morn, clothes were all torn,
felt like a new born. Had I been into porn?
Mouth said thirst, bladder said burst
I felt worse, had to curse
I know that I should,
would if could do any good,
and clean where I stood
and peed
on her Norwegian wood.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-11-16 at 02:44
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