Posts tagged ‘guys poot sulphur and girls poot perfume’

February 10, 2019

‘Till Breath Do Us P(f)art

by Rhyme In Time

My darling doth a perfume send
Each time she whispers from her end.
While I, when little spritz let fly,
Convert our room to stinky sty.

This windy paradox I’ll never break;
Far better just to smile and nod, preventing further quake.


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