Unamused, he played with his food.
His date wasn’t in a pleasant mood.
Beginning to think of his ketchup as blood,
Covering his wrist, faking injury; he eventually licked up the spud.
Wincing, letting out a disgruntled moan…
He realized he licked the spot where he sprayed all his cologne.
Monday, 23 March 2009
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