People who always are writing of sex
Are like birds, always writing of feathers;
We know it's their specialty, and they're proud-
But find another subject, for crying out loud!
For half the fun is in chasing the one
That you want to handcuff to you (in love):
But don't leave behind poems, on your nightly passes
Like deflated balloons, lying in grasses..
That's tellin em Patti....... By the way, don't know who gave a '1' rating here...........must be someone who left baloons in the grass........tee, hee..... ............... I think it is a fun piece of work.........enjoyed it ..................Jim Troy Marking the '10' it really deserves....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey........................I rated!