Ill try not to scar you with my words
But theres an issue i wish to be heard
Warning it may leave thoughts that scar
But ill start from this point, thus far
For years my mans had a dream
One which sets an unusual scene
Can't help laughing at his audacity
As every time i vision his suggestion
Just tickles me...
He stands and announces what he thinks
After one too many
Drinks
A game he seems desperate to play
But im not that type of girl
And our mates, nor are they....
He dreams of a large mat on the floor
Circles of colour, by the living room door
A tussle of balance and true skill
Naked Twister! ! ! !
Is he for real?
This may be a universal concept held by men as I too have considered this although most takers would be loathed especially as I've never played, not even fully clothed. I'd reach and stretch with the other stinkers, but end up beneath that collapsed pile, with the other sinkers.
Now, who wears the trousers in your house.....Or not, as the case might be, good fun poem, loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This could all end in tears...of laughter!