Seven in a week,
Disgusting, she hears you say,
The first one, well he maybe the last,
This one left religion chucked upon her path.
She loved very him much, just because she could.
He made her feel,
So relaxed, extreme tranquility.
The second one,
He gave her a super blast,
The third.
She loved him rapidly, with  blazing renewed passion,
The third one was very hot, yesterday's one became forgot,
Had nothing much to offer her, so she washed him out of hair,
The fourth one he was wonderful,
She got half way through and then they stopped,
Gave up for the day.
The fifth one, he was noisy, he made too much racket,
****** fellow, just wanted to be one of the boys,
Got up and left without even goodbye,
Just shoved his finger in her  eye.
Made her tears flow,
Only one more of them to go.
Very nearly over, had enough of them,
the days of the week so pleasantly displayed as flipping men.
Last one round was Saturday, a nothing much the matter day!
The end of the week brings with it relief!
(c) Livvi