Shelling Peas For Ruby Poem by Allan James Saywell

Now all the world is sad and blue
All the world is full of you
You are indeed the modern woman
With your little mini skirt
Who I watch
As you bend to do your work
A red thong that doesn, t
Cover your extremity
Does distract me from shelling peas
Oh God, now she is on her knees
Another scene is in my view
A vision of cleavage
Cross my eyes
Does distract me from shelling peas
One for the mouth, one fly south
An odd pea does fly west
Her eyes are sleepy, made for bed
Pimples deck her cheeks
Her eyes are fire red, made to burn
My inner soul
I have to keep shelling
Them peas, just for my Ruby