Saturday’s girl
Thinks only of work
No time to live
No appetite to shirk
Work is her life
Her own personal
heaven
Seven days a week
Twenty-four seven
But when she looks
back
At the end of her days
Will she regret?
Her workaholic ways
Friday, 11 March 2022
SATURDAY’S GIRL
THE HUNTER
Pubs and clubs he scours
In the wee small hours
To use his seductive
powers
On the maidens he
devours
Then in the early
hours
The maidens he
deflowers
Are left like wilting
flowers
He then returns to
gothic towers
Where he then showers
WRINKLE FREE
I have discovered a great way
To get wrinkle free
skin
I just eat as much as
I want
And the fat fills them
in
UNTRUE SUE
I sit at home alone
Waiting by the
telephone
Hoping to hear her
tender tone
But all the time I
knew
It was fruitless to
pursue
The fickle heart of
Sue
I’ll spend no more
nights alone
Waiting for Sue to
phone
I’m better off on my
own
So let me warn you
about sue
Before she gets her
hooks in you
Her love is definitely
untrue
For as soon as you’re
apart
The infidelity will
start
For she has a cheating
heart
A THOUGHT
A thought, incomplete
Almost at its
conception
Dies unformed
Another is stillborn
A lost unformed notion
More follow also
fruitless
And unfulfilled
Then little more than
an inkling
Emerges, grows quickly
Surviving into infancy
Only to be lost to
distraction
Many more die unformed
Before a thought is
born
Fully formed and grows
quickly to maturity
But it was a stupid
thought
OPPOSITES ATTRACT # 3
What a strange affair
That mismatched pair
A pair of opposites
Caviar and grits
What did they do?
That mismatched two
Who were juxtaposed?
He fucked her, I
suppose
SENIOR DIVAN
I’m now officially old
And the tell-tale
indicator
Is that having sex in
a single bed
Isn’t an option any
longer
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