What is happening?
It's hard to say.
Why is the Febuary fourteen erectil dysfunction day?
Is it an omen, is it a sign?
Why have the men gone limp?
All the flowers, food, and wine,
I don't know what to think.
Maybe it was always the way
But if I couldn't get it up
I know what my wife would say-
"I couldn't give a fuck."
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A little light humor for this day. Fun read my literary friend.
I wondered if the pressure relief valve had been triggered.
You're too perfectly fun on the freighted holiday, where I never dreamed it could be thus. Delightfully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Mine too! LOL! Well done on this my friend! Made laugh...ehem...hard! 🤣
That one put a smile on my face 😉
It's done It's job then
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