The antique massager
talks back when folded...
overlapped.
With its knobs similar
to walnuts, it tales
eat... a dining table.
The antique massager's
rope made from plant fibers,
holds the act and
handles each end,
One, the wife and
one for husband.
Be on the right
Be on the right,
Or be left, fights.
Tug-of-war with who you love.
If you know what I mean,
a lovely antique,
it's working,
it's working.
Say aaaawww.
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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