I saw her and thought “not a fan”
She
was all extensions and fake tan
And
she’d applied the slap thick
And
her lips needed a chap stick
I
thought it again as she left lipstick
Around
my undiscerning dipstick
I saw her and thought “not a fan”
She
was all extensions and fake tan
And
she’d applied the slap thick
And
her lips needed a chap stick
I
thought it again as she left lipstick
Around
my undiscerning dipstick
In green leathered comfort
I
sat in a Chesterfield
In
an atmosphere
That
totally appealed
Among
my piers
In
silent appreciation
Almost
a reverence
Of
our quiet situation
A
brandy on the table
A
cigar in the ash tray
And
the world held
Well
and truly at bay
Your serpent hips
And
slender limbs
The
glow and lustre
On
your skin
In
the half light
Of
the afterglow
Beyond
the bliss
And
read the smile
On
each other’s lips
Apparently the latest
Way
of thinking
Is
that there are
No
such thing as facts
And that’s a fact
How many men do you think it takes?
To
open a cool satisfying can of beer?
None
of course because it should be
Open
when she takes it to his chair
I would say Men are very different
From an endowment policy
Simply
because your endowment
Will mature eventually
Women never ever blink
During
foreplay I don’t think
And
the reason and rhyme
Is
that they don't have time