Sittin' on the porch swing spoonin'

Abel put his hand on my knee,

Then dug in his fingernails yellin'

A little chameleon did see.


Still, it broke into the moment, so

I told him it was just made of rubber,

Poor Abel, he still did some shaking,

I enjoyed, though, comforting my lover.


Then, Oh, No! The little green thing darted fro,

Abel's old heart started thumpin'

He'll never trust me again, oh, I know,

He ran and from the swing, I got a dumpin'


 

Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

 




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