Well what can I say, he loved his food!!! And I have no sympathy for he put on weight… In the head that is….
He now had the quest for the varieties you see,
Why was why he began to lose interest in me.
The great Teacher now took it to heart,
And went ahead to have a go with the English Tart.
I had warned about her long before,
She was goodlooking and an eyesore.
He managed to taste her in the bathroom you see,
And she didn’t let go till she found ecastacy.
Serves you right you little male whore,
She was by far your green eyed sore.
You would hold her down on your tree,
Till both of you tasted ecstacy.
You should have trusted me about her,
I told you that the tart would trouble stir.
She did the same with my ex husband,
Now he is in Hollywood looking well fed and grand.
By Anisha Achankunju (C) 1st February 2011
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