Together let’s have two-for-teasomes,
if you do not care for threesomes,
but don’t turn me down for coffee,
being priggish and stand-offy,
just because I’m sometimes glancing
at some other girls who’re dancing,
smiling as they wiggle hips,
pouting with enchanting lips.
With you let me be together,
not bound always by a tether
like a guard dog or a goat;
tentatively cast your vote
for a tea-for-two with me
if you’re sure it can’t be three.
I’ll be pro-democracy
if you dig hypocrisy.
10/22/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a menage a trois tea time. I like it, sir. Later...Joshua.