John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

A Social Taboo - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I'm troubled by a social taboo
That prevents me from showing my love to you.
I love your smile and angelic face
But if I acted - what a disgrace!
They'd be down on me like a ton of bricks
Because you're only a child of six.
What these sad morons don't realise
Is that I'm entranced by your innocent eyes,
It's purely aesthetic, not a matter of sex -
I understand hoe this might perplex
Some servant of God with his rigid belief,
But his witness to us is a message of grief!
I never grew up, I'm still just a child
And your virginal heart will remain undefiled.
The sad priest is sick and will go to Hell -
Here he comes mumbling and ringing his bell!

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  • Valerie Dohren (4/19/2012 10:57:00 AM)


    Wonderful, well written and well rhymed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2012



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