- Erotic Poetry
- Boning Evian
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Well doc, it happened like this...
I lean in, listen to the fool
with his privy parts not where
they should be.
Quite frankly, I'm squeamish,
the same shade of corpse-white
he is, his face, not his violet cock.
But I can't help curiosity,
after all, I want to know what he did
to get the result he got.
NO sane man
would want to suffer the same.
"Big" Frank explained, been
bean-counting all the new hot thangs
and boning Evian, his water bottle lover.
I screwed the pooch on this one.
It was easy going in,
but so hard to get it out.
It was kind of funny but kind of NOT.
Funny ha-ha, like watching
a kick in the balls.
It makes you laugh even though
you know that shit smarts.
I double gloved in case his stupidity
transmitted like STDs.
- COMMENTS
OpenFieldover 10 years agoThe ending stanza is what makes the poem.
twelveooneover 10 years agonear freakin perfect, just enough drag to build up the send-off. maybe and just maybe one or two lines can be shaken out. but defiantly not this one:
and boning Evian, his water bottle lover. outside of the fact it is the key, it's just fucking funny on its own.
ah, but what the fuck do i know
Angelineover 10 years agoSounds like a ship in a bottle...sort of. I'd be pale, too, and I have never even considered the possibility of boning Evian. At least it wasn't a bottle of Starbucks. That would have been traumatic, eh? xo
