Imagery - Poem by gershon hepner
It isn’t fantasy that makes my thoughts so dirty,
it’s verve and very vivid imagery,
for when I’m drunk and typing words as fast as querty,
I tail the tyger’s dreadful symmagery.
My wife does not approve of what I write;
How could she? She was well brought up,
and uses a long spoon when I invite
her with my imagery and me to sup.
I added the second quatrain on 2/11/10.
Responding to the comments made about my poems about cunnilingus by my friend Dave (Hendon County School, class ’56) Linda wrote:
Your friend Dave is also lapsing into adolescent fantasies he probably grew out of after 2nd Year 6th. You are a bad influence on him. As probably Mr. Maynard Potts once said: he is just as bad for you. You should have stayed in England and joined a club.
My friend Dave replied:
OI do not think fantasy is the correct expression. I am talking about imagery. We would not join a club that would accept us as members - pace Groucho.
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