Sunday, November 30, 2014

Tell A Tail Tale

Tell A Tail Tale

He placed his face near a whiskey bale,
she shook her tail near his manly veil.

He hid her from the sun and made her pale,
he sat on his ass all day and became very frail.

All the beer made his inspiration fail,
he never delivered and she no longer expected her male to mail.

Their relationship became a regretful trail,
errant tracks hindered by muddy puddles stranded with no sail,
worse yet, there was no courage to pave the lot and create a garage sale…


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