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Click hereDown the stairs she ambled with her swinging yellow hair
Opened up her mailbox but she found no letters there.
"Damn," she said and turned around and went upstairs, and then
Minutes later, she returned and looked inside again.
As the day went on, I saw her looking frequently.
Since it was a Sunday, there was no delivery.
I approached the lady, for she truly was a fox.
Asked her why she kept on looking in the empty box.
She replied by telling me someone was being wise,
They had found a way to trick her right before her eyes.
Programmed her computer so it told a lying tale
Kept on misinforming her that she had gotten mail.
blonde, they give us all a bad name. She should know better but I learned the hard way too, so now I don't turn on my computer on Sundays. Thanks for pointing this out to other blondes.
clever. I love it...and sent a link to friends so they can read it too :)
Of course you realize all the blonds at Lit are going to drag you behind a 1956 Studebaker PU truck on a gravel road. But it does have a nice gotcha. Thanks.
in the new poem reviews
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=24416985#post24416985
thanks for sharing!!