The very rich woman
Once at a meeting, I met a lady
Dripping of riches belonging to a posh family in Ireland.
She didn't have her Bently it was being repaired
I drove her home in my Fiat.
We sat on her sofa kissing and cuddling and ended
Up in bed, she wanted cunnilingus with her on top
And I found myself
With my head in her crotch, when she had an orgasm
It was like being hit by a bucket of warm water.
There were other positions with her on top too and in
In the end, she fell asleep.
In the morning she asked me to make her breakfast
Which I did, and then she planned my day
Apparently, I should mow the lawn and trim the roses
She spoke to me like I was her servant.
I said I had no time, but stay away tomorrow I have
Guests, that was ok, I had no intention returning.
She rang a few times but I always found an excuse
She lost her temper said I didn't belong to her class
And she could have made me wealthy, me, I rather
Be poor and free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem