I Married A Hooker

I Married A HookerAnother poem originally posted under the screen name BrianDamage…and not a true story, btw…I Married A HookerI met a girl who walked the street,I have to say she really looked sweet,Tight skirt of leather and lace,Long hair framed a pretty face,Didn’t take much more than a glance,To realize I wanted to get into her pants,Next time I saw her walking by,I 1xbet yeni giriş chugged my beer and went over to say ‘Hi,’She asked me if I wanted to go out,What she did for a living, there was no doubt,Just to make sure there is no misconception,I normally don’t pay, this was an exception,The girl looked so fine and seemed so nice,I figured she might be worth the 1xbet giriş price,So I headed home in a mad dash,Reached into a drawer and grabbed some cash,I went back and grabbed her by the hand,Fully expecting a one night stand,The first time we rented a room,It was quick, just ‘bing, bam, boom,’But we started meeting here and there,It soon becoming a regular affair,Got 1xbet güvenilirmi to a point where it was ‘What the heck?’I should just sign and give her my check,But this girl could really do it all,And for her I was starting to fall,Though of her skills I never got bored,She was a bit more than I could afford,But, if she really wanted more,I was prepared to rob a store,Though she was a really great lay,I just could no longer afford to pay,So I figured if I have to pay for every lick,It might be cheaper to marry the chick,But when my friends comment ‘Your wife’s a looker,’I hate to admit I married a hooker.04-13-10.