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he spoke like
a clock
that chimed out
such strange phrases
muting me insensible
that first afternoon
with him blurting out
while smiling in fact
I just love how you die
however to that I wondered
is one to reply
why thank you sir
from the bottom of my grave
perhaps
and then from my dear elderly neighbor lady's
green grocer garden
he far too cheerily addressed me
a ' Greetings From The Dirty Ditch' no less
to which my nose did tremor
and my left eye suspiciously twitched
Poor Mrs. Poovey I thought
her glorious garden to be envied
reduced to such an insulting monogram
and by such so called man
he mangled the last straw
when he shamelessly proclaimed
his love for orgasmic fluids expressed
at such out of the blue statement
uninquired by I,myself
I tinged rose red
as i nervously guffawed
the man was a rake
with Churchill's gall
I thought to myself
well calibrate your most unmannerly
misused cadeau yourself
with another far more inclined
to be impressed
with such Benny Hill Cheeky word
wiggling
for I have hounds yet to heel
and any other number of graces
still left to be ironed
so fly your flights of fancy wingless
if you are indeed able
but know that i certainly will not be asking
to hitch a ride
on your do do bird's tail.............
(Sept 27, 2015 941am)