Pontsho PCP Pusos
Camp Comedy - Poem by Pontsho PCP Pusos
What a sack of hard muscled manhood!
Why does he lion me so with his catlike stare?
Does he see through the sweat that covers my feeble womanhood?
If it were not for Legano the bore,
I would run before him like a helpless Tshesebe.
There I would jump in welcome freight,
As he nestled his ivory white teeth into my exposed neck.
What a tub of chewy, wonton, womanhood!
Why does she stare at me with helpless prey-like eyes?
Does she not see the hunger that hardens my manly resolve?
Were it not for that fool Legano prattling about her,
I would chase her wantonness into the bush.
There I would jump her,
And spray her womanly sweat all over the desert sand.
Each recognising the other for what they were.
She scuttled before him into the bush.
There the lion roared as it went about the kill,
And the Tshesebe squealed in submission.
For a time there was peaceful silence.
And the camp went back to its chatter;
Until the feeding hour had descended.
And again the lion bared its white hot teeth.
And the Tshesebe had to run to the killing fields.
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