Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It all kind of fell into place
the dame’s face

the hair colour
the way she swayed

and the accent
of her voice

seemed to jog
your mind awake

yes she’d been quite a dame
and had been on your arm

at the fair
and you’d had a good time

and she’d laughed
and hugged your arm numb

and you kissed
and walked her home

and she said not to make
too much noise

as her old man was upstairs
and he never seemed to trust

guys she went out with
and how many guys

have you been out with?
You asked

looking up at the window
where no light shone

and she replied
Oh just a few

I’m not a darn hooker you know
I’ve just had a few men

here and there
and you wondered

where the here and there was
and how far did she go

with those guys
and she said

look I’ve only had sex
a couple of times

and that was usually over
in the time it takes

to say hullabaloo
and anyway she said

how about you?
You noticed the light go on

up in the bedroom
and whispered

got to go
your old man’s about

and it was a swell evening
and you’re my fourth dame

this month
and I’ve had sex more times

than you can say hullabaloo
and she stood there and stared

and her jaw dropped
and you walked away

beneath bright stars
and full moon

not a moment too late
not a second too soon.

pretty nice poem I thought
I liked the timing a lot

thanks for posting it.

Thank you, stilltrucking.