was challenged for my train poem to write about Girls, Blow-up dolls and Tennis, so here it is.... :-)
I don't know you don't know about life if you got to think twice if you've had any strife.
be nice to get a warning about pending strife, prior to the decisions I have made in life.
its no retreat no surrender then hook line an sinker. whole heaps of shit worlds a stinker.
getting too old geezer being a quick thinker. slowing down I've discovered a banker.
I got theses girls in my life never let me down. with a frown that's always upside down.
stressing out like a spastic don't ripe the plastic The lung drenching blow-up type.
make sure I don't blow her up too tight. i'll be nursing a pasting in a diabolic location.
a problem arises with the unforeseen situation. after 77 years of pent-up frustration.
its never game set match. because my girl cant catch.
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