Only On The Even Days Poem by Michael Koelliker
Only On The Even Days
Not to be discriminate,
But this is only when she's giving' it.
It being presence and humour,
I'm afraid shame will consume her.
I ponder the ethics of the years,
And the results bring me to tears.
Not because of my answer,
But of the populous cancer
Curiosity killed the cat,
But this question is killing me.
And the answer no. Or
Yes will set me free
(2/4/2008)
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