A Bit Of Fun. What Do You Think?
Young Love
Wayne stood anxiously in the bathroom
Eyeing his pimply face.
Time was ominously ticking away
His skin a terrible disgrace.
His eyes travelled up to his hairstyle
He sighed, things didn’t look well.
His head looked like a collapsed hay-stack
Despite his spray and his gel.
He splashily washed all his rude bits
And even washed under his arms
Deciding to do a good job
To make the most of his dubious charms.
The reason for his…
