Wacko Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I'd placed her there with utmost care.
She lay supine and had some wine
a Bardolino, 'tinto vino'
inside her button, I was the glutton
who had admired, and later sired
a new idea, better than beer.
I was The Don, she turned me on
while watching Telly, I sucked her belly
kept pouring wine, said she was mine
and while she smoked, she joked and joked
I think my vice did not entice
she loved tobacco, I was the wacko.