After thinking many days and nights
Searching a corner of lonely sights
Where there were only dim lights
Remained afraid of bright sun lights
On a buck up of naughty moonlights
Regret! Or pay thanks to the plights!
Kissing her red handed I was caught
The judge was kind didn't like a slaught
He thought and thought and thought
Fine mild rains after many years draught
Kisses are the gates of a lifelong naught.
It's golf! A hole, a ball and a claught!
(After all I am a human and sometimes I write naughty poems like this)
Kisses are the gates of a lifelong naught. It's golf! A hole, a ball and a claught! .........amazing expression. Thanks for sharing.
Congratulations Sir now you are amongst top 500 No 497 as per PH Some day I may come along to meet thee
Amazing! I quote, Where there were only dim lights/Remained afraid of bright sun lights. Thank you dear sir for sharing..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fascinating poem. Very entertaining.10