A Tale of Two Lovers, One Good, One … Not So Much
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Jun 14, 2021
A funny little story spoiled only by the fact that limericks are involved.
There once was a lover from hunger*
Who spoke weird and weren’t no younger
He drew first and shot
And said “tanks a lot”
I couldn’t have held out much lung-er
There once was a lover so fine
At six nine, so tall, like a pine
Went down like a champ
And never did cramp
With the lips of an angel, divine
*From hunger — an idiom meaning, of poor quality
And speaking of poor quality, check this shit out …
