Bob Ii Poem by Francie Lynch
Bob Ii
She never could abide Dick.
Something somehow just made her sick.
Then there was her friend's friend, Wang,
'Who's just, ' she said, 'Just not my thang.'
Couldn't cozy up to Roger,
He sheathed himself as the artful dodger.
And Rod was but a prod and fraud.
She tried her best to satisfy Peter,
But she felt he really didn't need her.
It was always BOB in the end.
The Battery Operated Boyfriend.
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