On A Woman's Defense Of Her Boyfriend Hitting Her Over The Head With A Bat. Poem by David McLansky

On A Woman's Defense Of Her Boyfriend Hitting Her Over The Head With A Bat.



Often when a man is drunk,
The part of him that is a skunk
Emerges while he's in a funk;
So,
Be glad you didn't end of up in a trunk,
I guess you love the crazy hunk;
Don't share with him an upper bunk
For fear you'll hear another her clunk.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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