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A Romeo he is; obsessed with love He saw me and swore I was sent from above How on earth do you tell such a sucker No matter what he can't make you pucker Used to playing house with the ***** He claims he's not seen my type before Though his ways I all but adore I'm too nice to cause a war Who's next? Ah! The pompous knight Noble and fair in all his might Seeks my hand to the Lord Viking's head No thank you, too gory for my stead Then there's Sir Geeks-a-lot With his eyes and nose buried always in book rot Should he maybe win the lot Think absolutely not Is that a ghost lover from my last? Coming back for a lot to cast? No siree! I've run out of chances And the heart hospital I'm sure of braces Wait, here comes the mommy's boy Hangs around her finger like a toy I think I'll pass, I don't need a wand That waves at mother's every demand A soldier came to pitch his tent Glorious and capturing in his form Soldier came soldier went Soldier I could not reform I'm the one whose heart they stake for But I've got more to lose I'm torn between two, maybe more No inkling whom to choose
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
Torn Between Two
A Romeo he is; obsessed with love He saw me and swore I was sent from above How on earth do you tell such a sucker No matter what he can't make you pucker Used to playing house with the ***** He claims he's not seen my type before Though his ways I all but adore I'm too nice to cause a war Who's next? Ah! The pompous knight Noble and fair in all his might Seeks my hand to the Lord Viking's head No thank you, too gory for my stead Then there's Sir Geeks-a-lot With his eyes and nose buried always in book rot Should he maybe win the lot Think absolutely not Is that a ghost lover from my last? Coming back for a lot to cast? No siree! I've run out of chances And the heart hospital I'm sure of braces Wait, here comes the mommy's boy Hangs around her finger like a toy I think I'll pass, I don't need a wand That waves at mother's every demand A soldier came to pitch his tent Glorious and capturing in his form Soldier came soldier went Soldier I could not reform I'm the one whose heart they stake for But I've got more to lose I'm torn between two, maybe more No inkling whom to choose
It's supposed to be funny.
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Nigeria
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
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