PooPoo for PoePoeBuffs

       
       
       
       
On that night in rain drenched eerie, as I disrobed being leery        
Of mother's words of how all good wives should behave        
Whilst I primped and peered, seeking beauty within the mirror        
'Twas startled by a gentle tapping, tapping, rapping upon my bathroom door        
A voice so reassuring, with words like "do not worry" and "for you, I do adore"        
             "Please wait", I did implore        
       
For wedding bells had rang that noon, and now upon our honeymoon        
My flower would be taken soon, for it was my first time to explore        
Anything past heavy petting or anything past of him getting        
inside me with his warm tongue wetting, that thing for which he's waited for        
                  Where within my secret's stored        
       
And although I did not finish, my hesitation he did diminish        
So out the door, cross the floor and into his bed I scampered        
Where upon he did pamper, my racing heart with words and more        
Obliging slowly, my nervousness thus energizing my wantonness        
                   "Yes, oh yes", mon doux amour        
       
When all acts we did complete and we both were close to sleep        
My mother's words again did creep, what a good wife should ignore        
That a good wife should ignore, all small faults, to include his snore        
But with a gentle stroke, then with a harder poke, I tried to move him over        
No longer did I lie in clover, nor wish to work much bolder, to stifle his mighty roar        
                   His mighty snore and roar        
       
And to this day we're still together, though stormy seas we've had to weather        
For in my cap, he is my feather, a mighty, mighty feather, with a loud consistent roar        
Which I've now come to ignore, still not adore, but sleep I now, outside his door        
                  And very thankful for "nevermore"        
                        
                  Thankful, thankful for "nevermore"        
       
       
       
                               ****An explanation is warranted here****        
       
The Title: ( A crappy attempt to emulate one of the finest. )        
       
Written for a close friend and Edgar A. lover in a three word poem challenge        
using Honeymoon, pamper and work.        
So, I thought why not give it a bit of a Poe slant, using "The Raven" as inspiration.