21 – Speed Dating

Poem number 21
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Speed Dating
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I met a girl with ash blonde hair
And breasts that were quite big
Her bra was full of padding
And the hair was just a wig.
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Her name was really Colin
He wore woman’s clothes for kicks
His voice was deep and booming
And his breath smelt quite like sick.
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I smiled and made excuses
Then I left him on his chair
And found a girl with tiny breasts
And lovely coal black hair.

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