2011-11-24 04:07:42 UTC
I enjoyed having this space to create.
No Editors, no deadlines, just a blank
space waiting to be filled.
I wrote this, as I often, did in response
to some random lines.
THE BRA WENT DOWN
"...the brat went down destroyed by love in spring."
The bra went down, destroyed by love in spring
by this cad with all the tricks and ruses
and he would fain make a possum sing
and imitate the lark and all the muses....
June came, and then July, then wheezes
as spring arrives at last in all her glory.
He picked not one, but two, between the sneezes
and left each wench alone all wet and gory....
Two panties hung aloft on his drab line;
two hearts were broken in twain alone;
he sallied forth fresh pastures to anoint
and soft caresses meant to prove his point;
he drove his flagrant mercy to the bone
and as was his grey mission fled the joint.
D A V I D G E O R G E