Saturday, 21 March 2009

The Message

He met her yesterday in a saloon,
She said, “I love naughty messages, send one soon.”
Today pondering what he would type,
Sending, “I like my rumps spicy and ripe...”
Phone buzzing, he was in an excited mood,
Until he read, “Sir, we need an address to deliver the food.”

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