As I lay down upon your bed,
A million thoughts run through my head,
Not least of all, I have to wonder,
Why you chose to work ‘down-under’.
Was it on a Sunday, when
You heard your call to oestrogen,
Or was just an aspiration,
To give your life to lubrication.
And in that instance was there bliss,
As you leapt in - to the abyss,
Did you proclaim with beating heart,
‘I know, I’ll study ladies parts! ’
Please tell me, what is so appealing,
About legs that flop and face the ceiling
What must you think or comprehend,
As you gaze down at each rear end.
Indeed, I truly have no clue,
Why you chose the job you do,
And yet, one question stays unknown,
Do you ever take your work home?
Your thoughts echo mine exactly! Ya gotta wonder... So many great lines; this may be my favorite: 'And in that instance was there bliss, As you leapt in - to the abyss, ' Thanks for the laughs! Esther : ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OMG - you are hilarious! Laughed so much reading this... i am definitely going to read more of your poetry! SG xo