"patate" poems
All I wanted
Was to eat pasta
Every meal
And never
Have to work
Again
As she looked at pictures of Tuscany in a magazine
She announced
You know I just choose younger boys
Because there’s only an ex-girlfriend and a half to be jealous of
But I could tell
By her dangling legs
She wasn’t so sure
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC