My Last Duchess Poem by David McLansky

There sits my Duchess
Laughing on the bench,
Regal in her hostess pose;
My God what a wench!

Sitting beneath an old elm tree
In the shaded neighbor’s yard,
Three tall brothers laugh and jest,
Enjoying her regard

She knows how to entertain,
This body with a mind,
Charming in her gay allure,
Pure in heart and kind.

I sit beside her on the bench
Watching her hold court
Mesmerizing six foot men
Aware that I am short.

It stirs me to be so aware
Of the lust that she excites
I’ll have to think of all of this
When in bed with her tonight