A torridly erotic write without ever going there ... Some of us old codgers can read between the thin lines of nights divine and heat that fogged the windows as it melted the paint off the walls ... For what? ... Well, to spend your day's in a foggy haze of them day's when you were truly dazed within that volumptous heat of the moment she had to offer, and now it is high time to loyally pay the piper for one who stuck with you through thick-n-thin, though sorrows unrelentless din, and old age had brought Karma roung to see you to cause you remember when, she was all you could think about ... Why should it change now? ... Just because you have, both, grown older together? ...
I didnt quite get the punchline in this one. The premise however is quite humorous. Your style of writing in conversational form is certainly unique and original in itself. So kudos for that.
I've missed seeing you here & your poem is the perfect antidote for me. You see, the morning news can be so nauseating, I have to mingle with regular crazy folks a while to recover from watching it. Really, tho, I think you capture the difficult conversations in real life so well, I was complimenting you in my mind, until you went off the rails & this stopped being real life! *wink! wink!* I love those swerves into la-la land! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
How you doing, Margie.
Never ever watch the news. He's still President.
To think he ge.. read moreHow you doing, Margie.
Never ever watch the news. He's still President.
To think he gets to press the button. Probably got it aimed at Obama. lol
I like poetry and stories that tell me something.
Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest.
If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..