Little boys will whine
More than now or then
And they do it because
They’re practicing to be men
Little boys will whine
More than now or then
And they do it because
They’re practicing to be men
In the seventies
I was into Acid Rock
Now I’m in my seventies
I’m into Acid Reflux
In the seventies
I hoped for a BM
Which was a German motor car
Now I’m in my seventies
I’m hoping for a BM
But now it’s a bowel movement
The only thing
In this world worth stealing
Is a kiss
From a child that’s sleeping
I saw you in a different light today,
one of statuesque beauty where you emerged from tomboy obscurity causing heads
to turn and eyes to stare and thoughts to turn to those of impurity.
But tonight, I see you in a different
light again as your pale pink lips kiss mine with sensual grace and your hands
are inside my clothes and I am on fire with passion.
But then the former tomboy’s lips are
no longer on mine but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in
your mouth your fingers are awash within me.
Are you wearing
Halloween stockings?
With a wicked witch
motif
Along those long
festive garlands
How I wish to trace
each relief
Along each luscious
limber leg
An ascent exquisitely
brief
To reach the Halloween
treat
Beyond the wicked
witch motif
I think my chickens
are possessed
My wife is very much
distressed
Their feathers are all
dishevelled
And the eggs they lay
are Devilled