I Gave the Gypsy My Number

Last time I offered to take a woman,
Besides my girl friend, out for dinner,
She rubbed my hands on her tits
And introduced me to her husband
Before we went to the restaurant,
Before she took me home to her husband.
My girl friend explained to me
That I didn’t pick the woman up, that she
Picked me up. We both laughed because
We both knew what that meant.

Member ol' foe, guns don't kill people, husbands who come home early kill people.

'Pends on their perspective on the source of their wife's income. I live a a very loose community sometimes. Not always easy to keep even with them, lol. btw, I am no wheres nearly as promiscuous as I would prefer to be, but such is the nature of the beast, meaning the male species.

Thanks for the contribution,

Peter

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/20/2009 01:01AM by petersz.

Excellent!

The ambiguity does it for me, this poem belongs in (that city that was washed away and Bush didn't give a shit about because of the mass black community and has Ignatius J. Reilly as it's hero)

New Orleans, that's the one, that's where this poem belongs!

Kx

K.,

much thanks.

It's kind of fun to think about what you don't have to say sometimes.

Peter