Sunday, May 5, 2013

In the Soup




Yes, the red dress is sexy

You can count on charming me

Undressing like that

 

You do have some front

You look like a thousand stars

This message I like

 

My heart is pulsing

It beats thunderous applause

But wait, slow down please

 

Are we in the soup

You’re a dish but I must dash

Your man’s at the door

9 comments:

  1. Wow, what a twist at the end. Sultry and hot poem here!

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  2. LOL! I hope there is more than one door, and that there are a few good windows, too!

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  3. Hehehehe!! That was a great escape!! ROTFL!! :D Was the dash through the window?

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  4. I enjoyed the chuckle this poem gave me. Creative way to use the words. Good job!

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  5. Keep that ticker safe..too many shocks like that could spell a mishap.. ;)

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  6. ROFL!! Oh that is very good and funny too! The guy better hope the hubby doesn't have a gun too.

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  7. Morse code. I get it.
    De dish dissed so the dot dashed... dit dot dash.

    Fun take on the words. I liked dit.
    Randy

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  8. Her man better keep an eye on her! That must be some red dress!

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