Hey Mate could you lend me a few extra Quid <br />I need to buy me someone to love me tonight <br />Me wife ran off with a much younger man than I <br />Leaving me here with pounds of wretched squalor__ <br />The Chemist said he could prescribe me a therapeutic agent <br />but what I've got in mind would provide a befitting end <br />To the bloody pain in my heart I've been experiencing <br />She would be fourteen stones and not a pebble less <br />A Renaissance woman suitable for the King of any house__ <br />With her hips as soft as down filled pillows <br />and her full red lips tasting of the sweetest honey <br />She'd wear me out and then lay me down to sleep a tad <br />beneath her more than ample bosoms___ <br />I always knew I was born to die...it was never even in question.... <br />But never in a thousand years would I have believed.... <br />My death would be from loneliness___ <br />O' how I miss my sweet and bonnie's #ass <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/14-stones-and-a-pocket-full-of-quid-or-death-comes-to-cutie/
