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Originally Posted by Aaron Poochigian
Jayne, could we move the whole thread over to Drills and Amusements? Mostly because I want to read a poem by you that contains the word "skanky".
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Well, here it is, Aaron, (and I'm glad you specified ''bad poems"
):
The restaurant was ever so swanky,
or, in other words, really quite posh!
My ''Blind Date" was spotty and lanky,
and referred to the dinner as ''nosh".
Oh, why did I come? I felt manky,
and although I thought "Things can't get worse",
he then made a bib with his hanky,
and I silently uttered a curse.
His clothes and his hair were so skanky,
we weren't destined to have a romance.
When he asked, "Do you like hanky-panky?"
I stormed out, yelling "No f***ing chance!"
(Eek, I actually
had a blind date not too dissimilar from this when I was about seventeen.
)
Jayne