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Click here Autumn
(when the girls are thinking about
what the boys were, all summer )
Long silent, they speculate:
He, on how to meet;
She, about his meat.
Formulating speech,
He: Is thee a quaker?
She: Not really, but I tell him
what I like.
He begins to sing.
He: O, the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home. . .
She: I’m at the track.
He: I’m guessing bare back.
She: Only when I’m ridden—
and at the quarry.
She begins to sing in corrupted verse.
She: Though my figure’s less than Greek,
I wanta be your Funny Valentine, today.
He: (reprising) Weep no more, my lady,
Weep no more today.
By the way, at the quarry
do you dally?
She: Certainly not, I am the quarry.
He: By Christ, I’m in the hunt!
She: Would you like to see my cunt?
He: I thought you’d never ask.
Shall we dance ?
The lady gives what he wants, he grins unsure now - she grins too, "hey, all of us are living together"
two merry couples, making love, now that's better than a job!
.............of dishing out the "E"s this poem would get one. Great work and a breath of fresh air.
Tess