
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.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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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.