- Non-Erotic Poetry
- What is that noise?
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Click hereOh what is that noise;
That thumps so on my door?
I think it be my husband;
But he shouldn’t be home ‘till four.
Hurry, hurry, dress your sorry bones;
And flee through the laundry.
For if he should spy you Mr. Jones;
I would be in quite a quandary.
Go on now!
Do just as I say!
Carry the blessed shirt;
And don it on the way.
Ah, thank goodness he has fled;
I hear keys ringing on a chain.
Oh dear what now;
Why are you back again?
You’ve left your good shoes;
Left them lying in my floor.
Get them, quick now;
Before he unlocks the door.
Ah! It’s too late!
I hear the lock turning.
Whew, there he goes once more;
Just as my dear man is returning.
- COMMENTS
Adrian Leverkuhnover 18 years agoAfter reading the other two poems I thought I had you pegged.
Wrong!
I thought you were merely very good! Silly me. You had to go and show off with this one, didn't you?!
LeBrozover 18 years agoAnd with your words to inspire,
I'll make sure to first check
that she's thoroughly unattached.
