Next Hump Poem by Lamar Cole

Next Hump



When Scott told Eva that he loved her.
She laughed in his face.
And told him that he was only good for a hump.
And now he had messed that up.
He cried like a baby.
While Eva went on to her next hump.

Friday, July 31, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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