Saturday, 2 May 2009

The Text

Feeling frisky, he got out his cell.
Quickly writing a text to his girlfriend Belle.
“Come over…we’ll do it in my parents’ bed.”
Upon sending it his heart filled with dread.
Scrolling through ‘recent numbers’, he face-slapped his palm.
In his hast, he had accidentally sent it to his mom.

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