Ten Past Noon Poem by Alex Kadzitu

Ten Past Noon



She sashayed into the room everyone was awed
The dancing she stopped and male jaws dropped
She was as beautiful as sin and caused as much of a din
First look at her and you knew she was haughty
Silently I prayed that she was twice as naughty
Every other woman she made look the ugly duckling
As such they were with all their spiteful quacking
The singing resumed and so started her flaunting
All about her, eager beavers, she set to prancing
They gyrated and convulsed none of them abating
One by one they were all obviously quickly tiring
I sat back determined that I should still wait
As the gents all around me broke out into a sweat
It was then that I decided time to step to the plate
It’s my name I deemed fit to write on her slate
If a djin was to appera i would ask for but one boon
The right words and time opportune to make her swoon
I however simply whispered into her ear “Lets leave the room wife.’
Next time I checked the time beside me she slept: Ten past noon.

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