He never kissed my throat once.Neither did he cut it.
He was a middle man,one might say.
Still two rooks made a good broth
And a rolling bone added some marrow.
Shall we hiss and break up?
Sometimes it’s cool to be kind.
As I was a roaming one night with my sling…
I saw an old vulture asleep on its wing.
Aren’t birds silly sometimes.Why does a vulture not have a nest?
That worries me when I wake up at 3 am with two men in my bed..
Can males not buy their own beds?It’s not love they want,it’s clean sheets!
That’s my tale anyway