A bad joke to tell at a party when the beer is running low.

Towering spire

There was once a man named Greg who wanted a perfect wife.

He put a five-karat diamond on a platinum band,

Then shoved it to base of his penis.

‘The first girl,’ he said, ‘to retrieve it completely hands-off,

keeps the prize.’

I saw him two years later in Portland,

the five-karat diamond gleaming spectacularly

on the right hand of his companion.

‘I’m Tom,’ his spouse said as he shook my hand

the platinum band pushed to the base of his ring finger,

‘Gregory speaks so highly of you.’

“And of you too.”


About subparcostar

This is a collection of pieces I've done throughout the years, and continue to do throughout the hours. The format of pieces varies fairly considerably, as I am a bit eclectic in my taste. All in all, it's just a bunch of fiction.
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