#fatty
monday: putting ***** plates aside
tuesday: ignoring the ***** plates
wednesday: being bothered by the ***** plates
thursday: intending to do the dishes
friday: forgetting to do the dishes
saturday late afternoon: meeting a woman in a pub who tells daddy that she has a dirt allergy
saturday evening: arduously scrapping off fatty chunks from the dishes, groaning about such a hard kind of labor and thinking about easier ways of cleaning ***** plates.
from saturday night until sunday morning: making love to the woman from the pub; putting ***** plates...
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
Whittle down the memories
And vale of love
Someone who urge me
To Stand tall
With the blink of an eye
All past existence cherishes
My soul and happiness tie
Although I may not be there
For you that time
But believe me I was you
All the time
Venturing the dim light
Of your cries and fright
I'm sorry I couldn't save you
But believe me I was you
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
To that time I dedicate this rhyme,
I was a little fatty but was happy,
As by chance I had her romance.
Now I am almost underweight,
I don't mind having lost weight,
Moving on I do not have to wait.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC