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34. A frightfully PC love song © Bruce Goodman 1 August 2017 |
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(The poetic form selected for this month is the standard habbie.) |
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Seasonal comparison Seems to be the thing that’s in: You’re like a summer’s drink of gin – At first all pop But once the alcohol sets in You’re really hot. I’ll pour myself another one And when that’s drunked I think I’m done And hope we could be in for fun. You leave? Aw super. Why go before the night has run? Party pooper. |