“WHEN SHE WENT OFF HER DIET?” a poem Oct. 5, 2018 – Friday!

The neighbor lady, down the street! She lives (?) – under – The Overpass,

She-was-always-dieting, and, then, one day – I happened-there to pass,

And I had never really noticed – “Hey!” I said; “you’re mighty pretty!”

And – she kinda got tipsy – and showed me (pause) some (o’-her) titty!!

“Well, I’m on a diet! I’ve sworn off MEN!” she said, as she grabbed (her) some food,

And-with-a-twinkle-in-her-eye, SHE said: “Pretty? Me?” and she started then to brood!!

“Me? – NO! – Me-NOT-pretty!? Am-I?” as she took another bite!

“SO!! (pause) YOU (REALLY) THINK I’M PRETTY?” [Was she ready-ing for a fight?!]

“YA! I THINK YOU’RE F A N T A S T I C!” and she almost swooned right there,

But she caught herself before she fell – she grabbed – some-cheese- and-a pear,

And some bread with butter – and some jam with cream,

“PRETTY?” SHE said, eyes so wide – and, I think, she-started-to-”stream,”

Like-she-was-NOT-on-a-diet! (pause) She was jamming it all in,

Her eyes, so wide – with wonder: “DO YOU THINK THAT IT’S A SIN?

To eat-quite-a-bit – ‘cause people are starving!

In Africa – and – a-round-there – but – around-here, WE’RE JUST CARVING,

Roasts of turkey – and ham – and cheese!”

She-grabbed-some-more-food-to-”offer,” and said: “Oh, TAKE-IT – please!”

And – as I stood right there, she inflated – like a balloon,

AND BURST! (pause) The-food-was-everywhere! AND IT BLEW US TO THE MOON,

And, as we sat there, in-The-Earth-Light – two – kinda-thin-people, sittin’ (pause) on-The-Moon, way-up-above – LOCKED-IN-LUST,

She said: “You REALLY think I’m pretty?” – and I really thought about it, then (pause) sitting in the sweet, Moon dust,

You-know? D-ya-remember-what had happened, when I mentioned that before?

So! (pause) I never said a single word; I just kissed her, more and more,

And she whispered a little, with tears in her eyes,

And (pause) I touched her A LOT – ‘spec-ial-ly between her thighs!!

Yea! She looked SO DEEPLY IN LOVE – in love, not war,

And she said: “You-know, Honey – I might not diet any more!”

I said: “OK! (pause) You can diet OR NOT,

And-I’ll-love-you-anyway – ‘cause, whatever!-You’re so hot!


Past the River Styx, we would just moan – and swoon,

And sing, “MOON RIVER!” and “Fly Me To The Moon,”

And “Moon-day! Moon-day! Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo … …

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la … la, la, la, la, la … . 🙂

fin. ❤



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