THE BUTLER AND THE LADY, IN WAITING.A Poem by Bryan Sefton
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My Lord, my Lady is waiting She is ready, she says, to retire And would you desist in partaking Of whiskey in front of the fire? My Lord, a word of warning There is a gleam in her eye She wears a flimsy adorning And her manner is coy and quite shy 2A-M My Lord, my Lady's still waiting She perfumes herself with an essence She powders appropriate places And is anticipating your presence My Lord I feel I should tell you Her voice is quite sultry and deep I think we are safe in assuming My Lord won't be getting much sleep 3A-M My Lord, my Lady's still waiting And is writhing about on the bed She is running Her hands down her person And her eyes they dance in her head May I add that my Lady's patience Appears to be wearing quite thin She is hinting at raiding a guest room And getting another stud in 4A-M Pardon, my Lord, she grows angry She told me to, quote, tell that toad! That here is one heated filly Who is going to be bloody well rode! Pardon, my, Lord, but she told me To 'go tell your bloody sire If it isn't done here then we'll do it down there In front of the help and the fire! ' 5A-M My Lord, you need no longer hurry She lies like a baby at rest The threat has now been rescinded Of picking the best from the guests Would you like me to pour you another? Yes, I did exactly as told If you'll excuse me my Lord, being naked I really am feeling the cold. © 2022 Bryan SeftonReviews
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