Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' Triumph Of The Will - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

He tried to triumph
over her

Triumph bra

but he was all
'Damn! '(fingers) & 'Jesus! '(thumbs) .

'Oh...here! ' she snapped
'For God's sake! ' with ever
growing impatience.

'You are beginning to
not get
on my tits! '

And with a flourish
of fingers

(an almost imagined
drum roll)

she expertly
cast the aforesaid

mentioned unmentionable
nether garment

to the further region
of the room

it came to rest upon

(curiously enough)

an elephant's leg
umbrella stand

that she used as a
nicker basket.

He standing before her
like a castaway

(so obviously)

pleased to
see her

as if his ship
had come in

& he was saved
from his desert island.

Ahh...a woman
makes such a difference

to any
... everything!

Comments about ' ' ' Triumph Of The Will by Dónall Dempsey

  • (5/5/2009 2:12:00 AM)

    i have nothing to describe it.. only 10++! amazing write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 2, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, August 31, 2009

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