did I really mean that
to be quite so me
so toe-tapping mid-day
napping, rising then to
down a dram to meet
the evening’s demands me
because, let’s face it
oh you silly man
you face-scrunching
crisps-crunching grunt
of a man planning and
plotting his seduction
scheming day to day
a meaty conquest that
never transpires while
aspiring to greater heights…
somewhere just above
the knee, I’d imagine
gasp! what? what did he say?
oh indeed, yes, just there
somewhere twixt your
luscious derriere and
most glorious gams—
oh no you didn’t!
George Ellington 