by Jack Lashbrook | |
Published on: Sep 23, 2005 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Note to Kate Kate? Kate? Wait. What rhymes with Kate? Anyway Kate, I went on a date. This girl could have lost some weight, Kate. I told her, "It's never too late", Kate. She called me a reprobate, Kate. I took her to the local fete, Kate We talked & laughed & she ate, Kate. We went to a gypsy and she told me my fate. She said as a poet I’d never be great. Till i thought of a rhyme for invigorate, Kate Anyway it's getting late, Kate and I have plans to formulate, mate dogs to love and spiders to hate Pillows to cuddle and dolls to inflate. and I can't think of a rhyme for Kate, Kate. What? Your name's Kelly? Really? Oh bow licks! « return. |