johnsbucket Posted February 10, 2015 Share Posted February 10, 2015 (edited) Hugo the Gigolo. It started with, Glances, Him thinking, What were the, Chances, Her, Beautiful hair with smile to match, Him, The sort that girls loved to catch, Chiselled chin face, With piercing eyes, Muscle toned body, Rugby player’s thighs, He couldn’t contain himself, As he shuffled closer, She pretended not to notice, Just sat on the sofa. Ultra confident with girls, Could spin them some spiel, this girl in his eyes, Looking the real deal, Hello he says, Have we met before, Her eyes transfixed, With a now gaping jaw. No she says, Jenny is my name, You look like one of those guys, That plays that rugby game, No not me! He says My name is Hugo, Ladies hire me as, A personal gigolo, If this was a line, That was meant to impress, His eyes barely getting, Above the top of her dress, Blown it she says, I have heard that one before, No chance you getting past, My bedroom, Door. She was sharp, Quick to exclaim Bloody men! They are all the same, Jenny had suddenly taken, An instant dislike, if you don’t mind, Hugo, Yougo “take a hike” Johnsbucket Edited September 24, 2016 by johnsbucket Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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