A walk with Ranya

Fri May 23, 2014 10:37 am Topic: Poem



Ranya, oh come take me for a walk
oh Ranya, perhaps we could talk.
A sip of my drink and you whisk me away
even if the invitation was to my dismay.
I twirl my fingers around his long girly hair
but when he asked me for a walk, I couldn't really care.
I better haul ass before he gives me a beating
perhaps we'll see each other again at another meeting.


should have posted this a while back , was the result of a prank strewn fun evening at The Old Skull Tavern. Elle was paid to write it and then tipped again for the composition.