Fuck! (It’s the weather that does it)

With fish belly legs and the stench of despair

It’s a fresh summer morn as the ghosts fill the square.

It’s a summers dress flowing with light summers breeze

It’s a wondrous sight, It’s a sight that will please.

But a bittersweet moment as trouts bump their gums,

They’re convinced that we stare at their tits and their bums.

I just lifted my gaze to remind me to breathe,

But the fat waste of space has a chip I believe.

Now it may be her shoulder that festers the doubt,

Or it could be the varicose veins or the gout.

But believe me when I say ‘i’de rather go blind’

Than to compliment chubby fat fucks from behind.

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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