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She Felled My Tree
before doing a runner
she cut down my tree
pine needles all over
festive debris to see
fairy dead on the rug
each bauble smashed
lights cables tangled
my Christmas dashed
should have twigged it,
axe-heads lit her eyes
our rapport splintering
ate my last mince pies
a forest of complaints
calling me dead wood
unhappy with my log
called my p...
Saturday 19th December 2020 10:51 am
Best Supporting Actress
I blame myself, for its all my own fault
Should have been honest from the start
It began that night after American Gigolo
When I said he was prodding my heart
Since then his pud's gone to his head
He's convinced he's Warren Beatty
I could do with a lover of substance
A stud fit and well-hung and meaty
By now I've got used to pretending
I deserve at the very lea...
Tuesday 20th October 2020 11:28 am
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