when the train blows its whistle
i know what time it is
and when you give me that look
its no more than a quize
as i've seen that look before
thats when im up an adam
and headed out the door
your words are fists of fury
you scold me like a dog
thats why im in a hurry
you got me jumpin like a frog
i go off for a spell
in your furry you do dwell
and when i get back home
you always give me hell
once you calm down
you make it worth all that crap
naked and giving kisses
while squirming on my lap
2007-09-19
19:09:01
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narlyknot
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➔ Poetry