He never seems to be on time,
So you always have to wait.
I only wore a cheap Timex,
but I was never late for a date.
Oh, why do I waste my time crying over you
When you left me for that guy with the Rolex?
Pussy got stuck in the cherry tree
and I was just about to get it free
when I fell down and broke my arm.
So now I’ve got to sell the farm.
You left and ever’ thing went to hell
Faithless jolie blon mademoiselle.
I hear ever’ night he leaves you flat
when the big hand reaches eight.
He scurries home to his wife and kids
and leaves you feeling second-rate.
Oh, why do I waste my time crying over you
When you left me for that guy with the Rolex?
A contest entry
- Once lovers,now strangers by Princess-nee.
900 points, ended November 2, 24 entries
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Comments
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Yep!
I asked that exact same question. Would up without an answer and still a decade later have no idea. Must be my bad breath? (lol). Too much beer maybe. Unique writing style you have.
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This poem is one word: weird :
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Thanks for your entry.Nice poem and it rhymes
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"Pussy got stuck in the cherry tree"
Oh dear... maybe it's just me who got some interesting imagery out of that line?
Great work, poet!
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I'd love to hear you sing this!
'Oyster' sprang to mind, but I loved my Girrard Perregaux vintage until I lost it in a card game. Now I never have the time to play cards.
Best of luck in the contest - I like the pussy in the cherry tree.
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