- Erotic Poetry
- O Mother Dear (Part XV - Dessert)
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All participants are 18 + years old. "America The Beautiful" plays throughout.
Pearl and Jewel found they had no loss,
We'd just been served dessert.
Sliced pound cake in a lemon sauce,
Dressed in a meringue skirt.
O Cherry, Dear! O Cherry Dear!
This elegant display
Seems so designed as to remind
Us to ask Jewel to stay!
Jewel blushed but she did not protest
as we all raised a glass
And gave a toast to our sweet guest,
This handsome clever lass!
For Jewel, a cheer! For Jewel, a cheer!
We knew when we kissed her
No mere au pair was in our care,
Rather, a soul sister!
Then Jewel stood up to stop our shout
And paused to take a drink
Now hear me speak. The truth will out,
We're closer than you think!
Your Mother, Dear! Your Mother, Dear!
On Cherry's first Christmas,
While in a dream, received the cream
From an old incubus!
Her rapist got away unfound,
I was his memento.
Our mother made plans to leave town
Before starting to show.
O Arthur, Dear! O Arthur, Dear!
No doubt you remember
She left that spring, to "do her thing,"
Returned in September?
Our prior toast, as metaphor,
Had been sincerely said,
But now it stood as something else:
It was a truth, instead.
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
You can't be second guessed,
You made a choice and we rejoice.
It's turned out for the best!
We all of us, in one big wave,
Swept Jewel to the hearth rug
And standing there, each to all gave
A tearful loving hug!
O Siblings, Dear! O Siblings, Dear!
There's catching up to do!
To make amends, what if Jewel spends
A night with each of you?
As eldest, Kent was quick to claim
The right to lead the way.
Jewel said her thought was just the same
If she could have a say.
O Family! O Family!
We're about Love, not Hate!
The rest of us won't make a fuss
She'll come to them who wait!
Pearl and Cherry and I retired
To our respective suites.
They, to do as they desired,
And I, to read my Keats.
O Mother, Dear! O Mother, Dear!
No stranger found your room.
'Twas I who crept in while you slept
And breached your precious womb!
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