UnPoetia:Cold Love

Poetry for people who hate poetry

As I lay back in my chair

The wind sweeping through my hair

My hand was being stroked ever so softly

By my one and only, the gracious Frosty

His hands were so deliciously smooth

Just like that time in the phone booth

Unfortunately he was caught

And he was taken to court

They told him "Rape is bad"

He was sad

And then he got seven years in prison

He served his time and came out

I took him back without a doubt

We soon got back down to business

But then he said "I have a mistress"

This stopped the pleasure of being bummed

I turned around, for I was truly stunned

He looked around and then pulled out

"It's not you, or me, it's this little girl scout"

I grimaced and started to laugh

Then I took out my axe and chopped his dick in half.