The ladies raved and gladly gave
with pleasure all they had
Their loins afire with dark desire
for me, the lucky lad
To bed they went until they spent
all of their energy
To ride the tide of passion’s pride
and sate their fantasies
To have such fate was really great
and yet my nights were glum
The ladies fair would not have cared
had I not beat their drums
I wanted one to make the sum
an even number when
I rose to shine and there I’d find
the same one back again
Well I suppose I’d better close
I’m cursed to ever roam
As you can tell I’m bound for hell
but I won’t be there alone
I made my bed like momma said
now there alone I sleep
I wonder if she knew my gift
was not for counting sheep
Author notes
Pure fiction from the mind of wishful poet.
A contest entry
- A Tall Tale by pattyann4500.
1150 points, ended July 8, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hahaha!
Naughty boy!
Regards,
Jennifer
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Counting sheep may sometimes be better than counting women. This is what happens to some, I have a brother that way, but I don't think you're that way. Your very lucky lady is around the corner. You just have to round that corner at the right time.
Thanks for this delightful read. Patricia
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Lol... love it, my friend
I can imagine that many, many, many young guys... and older ones, too can relate to this. The old geezers, living with memories and wishful thinking... now there's some fantasizing, huh!
I like the rythme of this superbly written poem, Leo A very good piece Good luck in the contest
Dee
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Great thought
wish you the best in the contest -
witty, the natural rhymn and enternal rhymn you used in this piece i liked it it made me smile, best of luck to you
. Rewarded 4
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You did such a marvelous work here. I love the sing song feel to it. You really did yourself proud. Take care and pen on my dear fellow poet...
. Rewarded 4
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Oh dear ! ...
Your poem, in good form, would tend to make a lady wary ... knowing that the grass in yonder field may grow taller and greener when the rains begin again. I am quite certain that there are some who would understand your plight though! As for dear "Mama" ... she may be having second thoughts! Please take my comment in the light in which your poem enlightened me! joy
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lol You do that very well and its witty and rhythmical and made me smile Thank you Love, Chez
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