Here we go again

Photo by Magda Ehlers on
Here we go again 

You used to talk to me, and bring me flowers. 
You would listen. We'd make love for hours. 

Hours, who you kidding. I could soft boil the eggs.
 It's a bit of a turn-off, your fat hairy legs. 

How can you talk, with all that up your nose. 
It helps hide the stink of the smoke on your clothes. 

What bloody cheek, you smell like the cat. 
You moody old mare, you vicious old bat. 

Listen at old Mr Grumpy himself. 
Cheeky sod, go take a look at yourself. 

Well, another love filled end to the year. 
Oops I forgot. Happy Anniversary, my dear.

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