Bottle of Vodka, one knitting needle
We only sell knitting needles in pairs.
Of Course, you do. All good things come in pairs.
Would you like a bag for life, save the planet?
A bag for life would be wonderful.
He lied, she thought.
But that was just typical of men.
She should show him the bag.
You said it was a bag for life.
But it’s not.
Look inside, you lied.
She sure didn’t feel good
Blood and blob
The Vodka did the job
Flush the lie
Now she could die
She didn’t die
Just cried
It didn’t help
Just the way she felt
Time moves on
Secret stays hidden
Tomorrow's another day
Just another day
But life is strange
He noticed she was heavily pregnant
Nice to see you’re still saving the planet
Yes, we all have to do our part
A bag for life
Treasured possession.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2021 06:48
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
I am almost ashamed to admit just how much I enjoyed these words … 😎👍 but I sure did …. N 🙂
It is Christmas.
Great read - must save.
Thanks, Michael.
Nicely done
Thanks, Draven, Santa sort you out ok.
This is sad. But it happens. So tough to deal with this. Another reminder about life. Thank you.
Life can be sad at times.
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