Pressaging doom,
girls will swoon,
the number was there,
can't write too soon.
Not suspicious?
Nah not me...
well yes,
actually.
Something down,
any crap,
feeling worn,
need my nap.
got that number in my mind,
now something in the dark will find....
me.
The Bin-bags will attack,
circle drive them back.
Being flippant,
yeah thats hoping.
Take the mickey,
lay wide open.
To Them. It.
******.
Only wanted,
to have 14.
Poems.
Now It may come again.
Duvet!
Light on?
Best!
Pray?
Yup!
Circle,
That will be dandy.
Pay for flippancy,
deserve it.
Sorry.
Got pals,
big pals.