Oh he's lovely, bedecked in ornaments from the $2 shop
resplendent in gold and silver brocade
high up and mounted, majestic
barely balancing his bank accounts.
I like the looks of him. Nice teeth,
nice shape-oh momma, what a good choice
you made for me. I know you love me.
You are wonderful parents.
See, that fat bellied politician approaching
He is looking at the ladoos and the ladies
Thank god I can hide behind my veil of virginity
(I met this politician before- or did I?)
He makes a namaste-and reaches for the jelly-babies
I like the shanks, Papa, the look
the pulse races. my body quivers
What a lovely creature he is.
Oh Yes. He has his mouth open
and He sees me here.
The priest arrives pompously, people
what a thin priest?
He lacks the ladoo to marry
me to the horse!
Sorry Grandma.
I don't want the man.
Begin the bonfire.
Author Notes
In good humour. Must go with link. Cheers.
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,11 days ago
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A provoking and deep write.