Two to Choose

The sisters Newell were a shining jewel

That would pass my understanding,

We met at night when the moon was white

Out on the communal landing,

One was blonde, was a demi monde

The other brunette to the shoulder,

The legs of the blonde were lean and long

The brunette a little bit older.

I fell in love with them both at once

I think it was what they wanted,

For both, well versed in extravagance

Their ego’s, each were undaunted,

The blonde would stalk in her Baby Doll

Next to her window, extended,

The other, naked, would read a book

Sprawling in view and bed-ended.

The blonde was the first to invite me in,

The other said she felt stranded,

We sat together like kith and kin

It’s lucky that I am left handed,

They asked which one did I like the best,

I said, ‘Now that would be telling.’

And kissed them both on the lips, to test

As the tears in their eyes were welling.

I had the choice, there were two to choose

The blonde had said she was willing,

The brunette said she was mine to lose,

I tossed for them with a shilling.

The blonde, I knew her as Flirty Anne

Picked heads, and lost in the tossing,

The other, I knew as Dirty Pam

Was out in the bathroom, flossing.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Hmmmmmmmm... Decisions. Decisions.

[Coyote Poetry]

Those hard decisions.
"I had the choice, there were two to choose
The blonde had said she was willing,
The brunette said she was mine to lose,"
I liked the above lines. Was a win or lose situation. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry. I hope you and family are having a safe and fun holiday.
Coyote

[D Connolly]

Poor Flirty Anne! And Dirty Pam missed out. Always a fun journey; you're such a rascal :9

[Valentine]

Coin toss huh! If you had got the blond she probably would of had you kissing her Baby Doll. Flirty and Dirty my oh my. Have you been on your own too long? Valentine

[Barbz]

Well David, there goes the theory that Blondes have more fun. Even if I was Demi monde, or of loose morals, I'd hate to lose by a coin toss. As the Poet would say, he was tossing while she was flossing...lol. No ghosts in this one, Or is there??? Barbz

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks for my French lesson :) and:
"Sprawling in view and bed-ended." gotta love it ..gives me such a chuckle! ahahahahaha rollicking bawdy bad boy poet you are sir! had a great time reading ..this one kind of outshines itself ...well done ..glad you shared it here at the Cafe!
E.