A Player

by Rachael   Aug 23, 2008


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
A jerk was born,
And it was you!
A stupid pig,
Women yelled
They all found out about your lies.
Unlike them you cried.
You said you were a player,
Yet I would guess again,
Because players are at least better men.

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