I love to wear my nightie
Its silky and it’s sheer
If you come round now I’ll wear it
While I’m pouring you a beer
And when I bend to place it
On the table next to you
I’ll let you see my stocking tops
They’re fish nets, and they’re new
But don’t get making passes
And touching other places
Cos if you do I’ll slap you hard
I’ll put it where your face is
You can’t stay long, I’ve got to work
So come on boys be brave
Come and spend a moment with
A truck driver called Dave!
I must stress, this isn't autobiographical. The aim is to lure you in, then slap you in the face with the ending.
Confused am I, but let me say- Okay by me, if you're that way. This one was a belly cracker-I'm still chuckling as I write
I particularly 'like' the slap bit as it brings one back to his being...please write on...
Just too, too funny, take care of your nightie it sounds a special one! , .such fun you have, so do I reading your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like it. a great poem. i like your style.