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The Girl In The Beat Up BMW

Robert Hawkins

Yes perchance I eyes did meet.
Babe asperance?
Vehicle?
Mon cherie, mon piete.
Texas no Lousiana.
It's important but to me.
Mon cherie, das mon piete.
Auh das BMW?
Beat, beat das,, hell-an-gone.
I got a Ford F-100 pick-up truck.
I got a place.
For rest yo-weary feet.
My feet on you babe.
(lol)
I will warm my cold feet.
Your tit's.
By morn animals making urgent pleas for momma.
You will be making.
Sasuage and poached eggs.
Equally ugernt desire.
Brand-new BMW.
Satisfaction derived.
What the hell.
Poor babe.
Pure hell.
Got Bobby instead.
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Bobby 6/13/11
PS
Oh yeah?
Oh yeah?
Then ask her.
Oh yeah!
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bobby

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

Ask Yourself

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 18:21

Liken Mind

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 16:29

Then What About You

Submitted Jun 13th 2011, 20:51