Venuses In Transit - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
VENUSES IN TRANSIT
She's Venus in a shocking blue transit van
tapping fingers and toes to the radio song
'...she's got it....ohhhhh baby...she's got it...'
'...making every man a man...'
She enjoys being a plumber woman
seeing their faces when she turns up.
'Venus in blue jeans'
'Yeah...' she chortles '...that's me! '
'Mannnnnn.....damnnnnnnn....these traffic light! '
She's Venus...nothing but a flash of ebony
hurtling after an orb of yellow
calculating the trajectory of the second
it left big sister Serena's wicked backhand.
'Mnnnnnnn....dammmmmm....blAMMMM MM! '
Advantage Venus. New balls please.
She's Venus with her tiny eclipses
of that big old sun.
I anxiously awaiting her return.
'I missed the first one and mannnnnnnn...
... damn if I am gonna miss the second one tooooooo! '
But at least I can't be worse than
poor old Guillaume Le Gentil
spending 8 unsuccessful years
trying to observe her
only to lose wife and possessions and
be declared dead.
Wow...she's my Venus...my desire
and....awwwwwww mannnnnnnnn damnnnnnnnn
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