My Life Is Hash
I love a man who’s rash
and who carries lots of cash.
If he has a little flash
that only adds to his panache.
I dug into my stash
to provide a birthday bash
for my caballero with his sash
who really made a splash.
My dreams have turned to ash
when my lover made a dash
and took off with my antique Nash.
My heart can’t survive the gash.
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