Half Past Eight Poem by Lamar Cole

Half Past Eight



His clock told him that it was time to go on the prowl.
To get some honies that were wild.
He knew a chick who was always at the club.
She was the one who gave good body rubs.
The clock said that it was half past eight.
Hurry on down to the club and don't be late.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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