“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!
WE SAILED AWAY, THROUGH THE CRATERS OF THE MOON,
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 … . 🙂