"cyclathon" poems
You say your man is great
that he can build a bed
from a bark
You say your man can cook
blanch, broil, braise and clarify
a dish wonderful
You say your man can love
in sixty eight positions
of the ******* Kamasutra
You say your man is fit
runs a marathon, half marathon
cyclathon and once
swam across the Atlantic
He sounds great my love
a perfect catch
then why do you
still hold my hand?
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC