She loved to eat Pringles
And then have her boyfriend lick her fingers.
It gave her such a tingle.
His finger licks and the taste of Pringles.
She knew that she wouldn't long be single.
If he kept licking her Pringles fingers.
A rhythmic pringles, That truly tingles, Changing the single, Into a humorous mingle. Enjoyed the little, smart poem, Lamar. :)
Awesome, those tingles and not to be single Cleverly written..Good one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful presentation. Amusing one. Enjoyed with thanks dear Lamar it is really a beautiful poem.