Temajung michael tanjang
The Lecherous Life Of Mr Meander - Poem by Temajung michael tanjang
Many a person mistook his name for mender
but the fact is, it was Meander.
Mr Meander was as lecherous as Chaucer’s friar.
Added to his reputation, he was a liar.
To him, matrimony was prison.
And he also hated lovers’ time; the rainy season.
So he was but a celibate
And at times he did masturbate.
For her voluptous structure he went for
Stopping at his haste at no juncture.
To his sweet words she succumbed,
Oblivious that he wanted just the bed.
Half naked, she entered his room
“Oh God” he said “this is more than a honeymoon”
As he romanced her, he thought it sweet
And smiling, he kissed her left tit.
Being a man who isn’t childish,
For hours they did ravished
His orgasms were good and easy
At such, he maoned in his ecstasy
Three hours later she left
She is forgottten, as he is seen behind another
He knows not that such life doesn’t pay
At such he never heeded to advice to change
As he slowly digs his grave.
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