A politically incorrect love poem

Being poly-amorous

I loved four different women

At one go.

The first one left a seven inch scar on my belly.

The second one, a slightly impaired left knee.

The third, a scalded tongue.

And, the fourth, a crooked nose.

These days, I am strictly monogamous

Sticking to my one and only

Palm tree.


Published in Humour
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