She was dumpy With a complexion Of melted candle tallow. Polio limp and sad eyes. You took what you could get In those days.
My door had hardly shut When she discarded upper garments. Astonishment. The most perfect breasts I had ever seen and, if memory’s true The most beautiful I was ever to see In photo., flesh or painting.
An exquisite deviation from hyperbolas No mathematician could define. The texture on a delicious cusp Between soft and firm. Nipples in complete harmony With the whole.
Open the big doors for fork lift trucks Bringing massive tins of tomato pulp To top up steaming vats of ketchup. Then close the doors to keep the flies out. But the flies flew in with the trucks To give more zest to the ketchup.
My protest was seen as trouble-making So they followed the normal procedures And promoted me to vegetable soup.
Open empty cans on a moving belt, Before being filled with soup, I had to Place five peas in every passing tin. They knew I was about to enter university So gave me a mathematical...
The crocodile and giraffe, they'd remark Met on a hill with the flood all around. While the croc did sun, thinking what a lark The giraffe stretched for leaves to be found On those few trees above the water mark Amusing the croc for whom fish did abound.
The lady crocodile and gentlemen giraffe Enjoyed the company fate had bestowed. At each other's eating habits both could laugh. Humour put them on the romantic road. You think croc and giraffe mating is naff? Wrong. Their mutual passion did explode.
Pedro rejoiced in his heterogenous taste. Five women in a week with two days for philosophy. If each offered a different way to be raunchy They could revitalise his faltering lust. With time in the clouds, what a sublime variety Never to be found in the prison of monogamous love.
Phoebe was his Venus- a virginal aesthetic love. Her body's beauty showed him to be a man of taste. But she craved admiration without variety. Eroticism strangled by her Calvinist philosophy With resignation, she tolerated contemptible male lust. ...