“MY POUTING GIRLFRIEND IS MY FAVORITE ONE!” a poem, a.k.a.: “She Has A Flubberbutt and It’s OK!” May 19, 2019 (Sunday)
She didn’t say a word! [She-stood-next-to-me-with-this-pout!]
Not-even a-single-word! So, I asked: “What’s-this-about?”
She was “cute as a bug’s ear,” my little pouting friend;
Her-eyes-were-filled–with-yearning, and she-could really-shake-her-end!
Then she spoke: “I want YOU; I don’t want no other;
We-could-be-like-an-old, married couple or-a-sister-and-a-brother!
Or Adam and Eve, whatever YOU want;
I’m yours FOREVER! This-here’s-no stunt!”
“OK,” said I; “I like you lots and love you MORE,
Than anyone-else!” Said-she: “This-here’s-a-bore;
Just-take-me! Use me! I am only for you;
Keep me forever; I’m-submissive-too!!!!!”
“OK,” said I; “but I’m NOT a believer!”
“Who cares,” she said! We-hurried – to-relieve-her,
Of her anxiety – of not being able to be with me forever!
[Now, much later, she talks non-stop, and she thinks I’m not too clever!]
Still! I KNEW! This was JUST how-it-would-all-go,
But I also didn’t care, for I love her SO!
She-pouted-when-we-met, ’cause-She wanted-me-right-away;
She pouts still, and-we’re-older! [and] We’re-always-boinking-in-the-hay!
I nicknamed her: “Flubberbutt!” That-hasn’t-changed-to-this-day,
And – every time I see her, I fall in-love-deeper! OK?!