We'll Always Have Paris

Another little bit of starter writing from the group. The title this time was "We'll always gave Paris". It's silly, but hopefully fun : )

"We'll always have Paris"

That's what he said,

Lighting a cigarette,

Sprawled on my bed.

Glistening with sweat,

His muscles like rock,

A thin trail of hair,

Leading down to his -

"You like what you see?

Are you up for some more?

One last time baby,

Hop in, shut the door"

My God, he's an arsehole,

An arrogant prick,

A vain motherfucker

Who thinks with his dick.

We'll always have Paris?!

I remember it well,

Him eyeing up women,

Gee, it was swell.

And the night he disappeared

With a woman called Pam,

Said he'd fancied a walk,

Went to Notre - Damn,

He's an arse,

He makes me see red,

Without thinking, I grab it,

And head to the bed.

His smirk disappears,

He soon starts to cower,

A firm blow to his head,

With my souvenir Eiffel Tower.