Tales Of A Wife: Elope

He is the smartest guy in town
Always cosy in actions and words
Loves everything in heels and skirt
So long the pretty is a love to hunt

An angel so handsome and caring
Hi… he calls out and they all reply
First let’s be friends
Then the love fly out

This guy gives the comfort
Dizzy does when it rains
To his beholder he is
But the question still remains

Liking things young for his age
Clean, sexy, fresh; last dance he saves
He digs, he picks and earns
But when will he pop the question?

Their hots getting cooler
The mister elopes
Women are not men,
Holding at the short end of the stick,

Who time made faithful to religion,
kneels on sands, praying day and night;
The monthly bleeding of unused reds
Don’t wash off the sandy clock of life.

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