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.
Yours loftily,
L

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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