Twice Around

Twice As Good

I tripped on my own bad leg
And ascertained that I wasn’t dead
So I kept on going my own lonesome way
Till I ran into you and begged to be fed.

You were plump, you were loose,
You were the best damn thing
In the house to boot! So how
Could I ever go away again?

You’re better than ever and twice as good
As you need be to make me stay,
Enough piss and vinegar to stick up for yourself,
And that’s a boon to all mankind (especially me).

rcs.
1st draft: 05/31/06
©2006 Ronald C. Southern

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