When my chum, a romantic playwright,
Wrote a poem to his girlfriend one night,
He believed that his rhyme,
Sealed their love for all time,
But she simply said, “Stop talking shite”.
Romeo and Juliet
Mister Bump
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Mister Bump 
LOL! I hope she smiled when she said that.
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Of course! Possibly…
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… maybe…
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Poor romantic playwright!🤗
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Smart women see through flannel!
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😘😘😘
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damnn that didn’t go well for him
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Never mind.Keep the lines and maybe the next wench will fall for them.
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hmmmm, I would reconsider the term “girlfriend” if she talked to me like that. 😦
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maybe he did!
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But in secret, she felt pure delight. ✨✨
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your glassesobviously tinted
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He gets mega points for the poem 😁
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Youlikemen who write rhymes?
What a shame there’s no t
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Rhymes are hard work so yes abso f**ly 😂
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I mean I love this, obviously.
Goes without saying really 😁😁🖤
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🤣🤣 that’s calling a spade a blooming shovel!!!
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🤣 Sounds like Mrs H to me.
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I’m sure Dauphy listens,though!
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Always.
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