He’s been thinking about that one girl, that pretty little gal he used to know.
She’d pour his drinks n work out his kinks because she loved him so.
Her name was plain ol Mabel, though, to most, she was just a fable.
But good boy Johnny, more skinny than brawny, he’s never forgotten those eyes.
Once Mabel got started, there was no departin; he’d just get lost in those long-legged thighs.
She was that one girl, the one who made his head swirl, always full of surprise.
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Poetry prompt: I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts. This is day 2… Road radio blues.