Guiness love

Posted on by C and K Words

There once was a glass of cold guiness,
drunk only by the old fart named Inness.
When the icy stout touched his lips,
thoughts of Bessie startled old hips.
Now he’s bouncing and pouncing about.

Published by C and K Words

Writing poetry and words from different spaces and places.

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