sophie mayes

Standards

Why is it that
When you've had a few beers
All boy's are sexy
Uglyness dissapears

He could be all fat and hairy
Big ears and small knob
It doesnt really matter
He'll get a handjob

You could give me Quasimodo
After a bottle and a half of wine
I'm sure I'd take him home
Shouting 'buggaar oooff, e's mine! ... hic.'

But when the morning has broken
With the first screeching bird
Reality hits you
You've slept with a nerd.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2008

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