The way Mrs Dillinger had
of making it
seem so simple
even that time
she said
come round
one afternoon
and we can discuss
your writing or politics
or whatever you like
but she didn't mention
that her husband
was out
or that she
was after your body
and wanted to hear
you read your work
only after
a good session
in her bed
but your pecker
wouldn't perform
wouldn't act
like some circus horse
and so of course
the politics
didn't get discussed
or your writing craft
maybe next time
she said
in any case
my husband
maybe back soon
and I don't want him
getting in
on the act
of discussing politics
or your art and craft
and so
you went away
your art
and craft intact
and your politics
undiscussed
and your pecker
breathing a sigh
of relief
well this time around
at least
you thought
the wilful
bashful beast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem