Secret Habitude with Men
She frolicks gaily, like a goat
I know this for I, in the bushes nearby,
Have paid her keepers half a groat
To help me reply to her note
Her hand is flowing, like a brook
I know this for she, in that note writ to me,
Had cribbed a phrase like any crook
But can my sins be overlooked?
Her phrase was ancient, from the Bard
"love to heaven fled" - my jaw fell as I read
Who'd filch such famous Shakespeare lard?
By chasteness shall I stand a guard?
She calls me now, with her song
A song of... strange kind - it echos in the mind
I've hired a member of the Tong
To help me unwind my sarong
I felt it come - madness - but stood, powerless to run.
Contributors: | mcb, anon, Hagfish, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 23rd June 2003. |