Diss Ditherers Poem by John Sensele

Diss ditherers
Who quit when heat
Hurts horses and minces murderers
No longer fancy fabulous feet.

Kiss quitters
Who in the presence of a petite
Withdraw into their weir cos all that glitters
Ain't no woman that's a twit.

Meet musketeers
Who masquerade as macho men
Boast big and rough up racketeers
Whose presence in a pub presages an awful omen.

Salute suitors
Who flash floods of carat coins
Flounder and fudge as traitors
Whose intentions lampoon their lusty loins.

Delight damsels
Who smite supplicants
Too drunk on sentimental sales
That accommodate amorous applicants.


Flatter femmes fatales
Whose red residence
Brand them banal
Although senior citizens seek sordid silence.

Tease tipples
Which wind wigs
To nurture nipples
That trick teak twigs.

Condone corny corners
Where bush business burnish
Hornets, horses and crazy cleaners
That frighten fecund fish.