The Blonde Poem by Ray Lucero
The Blonde
Pulled in front of 711 in my red Corvette
Just as a curvy blonde came out the door
She pulled out and lit a smelly cigarette
Alas, just before my fantasy could soar
(Smoking may look cool, but it’s not much fun kissing a smoker)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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5/8/2024 4:54:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love it! Love it! How true. It is a turn off to kiss a smoker. Just think you could have had a lovely fantasy. Too bad...