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Please Help! This Poem Needs a Title!

(thanx all for the great suggestions)

 

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women who wink

 

drive men to drink

 

together, glasses clink

 

tattoos follow in ink

 

and that ain’t the only thing

 

~

 

the tiller tied & forgot,

 

the slip knot jinxed

 

the sailboat nearly sinks

 

~

 

he cries aloud “you minx!”

 

I’m all done in,

 

you’ve got me sminked,^

 

you winking whilst me sailing on the oceans brink

 

~

 

she smirked and laughed that slinky mink,

 

“clearly you are confused - I’m a lynx,

 

count to cinq, don’t overthink,

 

join me overboard into the ****

 

I’ll finish you off in the the kitchen sink

 

where drowning possibilities are next to nothink

 

promise, we’ll be quite in sync”

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Written by
ogdiddynash
M
Published
Jul 14, 2018
Lines·Words
24·113
Notes

^Smink/To smink/Sminking/Sminked...pretty much any context you want.

When you smoke (strictly **** and drink (alcoholic beverage of you choice) at the same time. Together these two factors get you wicked f’d up and create a great sminked out atmosphere.

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