Ode to a left over.
I’m too old to be trendy, don’t have no hair left to make all kinky and bendy. If you ask me, I still have some charms especially when I have my belt snugly up under my arms. I don’t yell, “what’s up dog?” or scream “woof-woof-woof” cause last time I did my teeth lodged in the roof. So to get down... Sign in to see full entry.