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That's Her For Ya

Bill Cashing

I like to fly my kite at night
When mother locks me out
"C'mon, let me in"
Is what I tend to yell

At least it isn't January
That would really suck
Instead of snow I find myself
In mud when I get stuck

But I keep my chin up
Higher than the kite
Cause when she lets me in
Kraft Dinner makes it right

Bill Cashing has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Bill's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Bill's latest works:

Sperm

Submitted Apr 12th 2011, 08:22

That's Her For Ya

Submitted Apr 12th 2011, 07:26

Submitted Apr 12th 2011, 07:23