A man spilt all his Scrabble tiles
It happened in a
heartbeat
Leaving letters all over
the road,
"Well that's the
word on the street?"
A man spilt all his Scrabble tiles
It happened in a
heartbeat
Leaving letters all over
the road,
"Well that's the
word on the street?"
I bought the world's worst thesaurus
And it’s irredeemable.
But it really is the
worst
But not only is it
terrible, it's terrible
They wanted to spice up the sex
To get back on the
same page
So she dressed as a
mummy
As she thought he was
into bandage
Are you wearing vomit in your hair?
I fear it is a look
that won’t be diminished
I've learned that you
can keep on vomiting
Long after you think
that you're finished
He was only the lighthouse keeper
And she was a girl
from the docks
When the light went
out on their love
Their relationship was
on the rocks
She wanted him to carry her upstairs
Before he made love to
her
But he refused to do it
because
He was the lighthouse
keeper
Her hair cascaded down
And he gasped at the
sight
But then it was
winter,
So not waxing was
alright