XXX (warning - one rude word :D )

[Psimon]

My lovers’ eyes are glazed and dull;

Her thin lips too thickly rouged:

Her well-suckled breasts sag unresponsively;

Brown baling twine mats her wrinkled brow.

I have seen dandelions in spring with less yellow

Than I see in her cheeks;

And I far prefer the scent of silage

To the smell of her morning breath.

When she speaks, I listen well but know

That thrash-metal can be gentler on the ear:

I have seen women whose dainty toes

don’t touch the ground – my lover plods.

But I love her all the same,

Not least because she puts up with me.

 

© 30 August 2006

[Appy]

Lovely!

 

Definitely put a smile on my face and a chuckle in my throat, thanks.