He is My Hero
En elderly lady is in the police station
For the identification.
- The one on the left is a deft.
He wrung my hands
And gave commands
To the one on the right.
I couldn’t fight.
He kept my legs apart meaning…
Something dirty to start.
But…that one in the middle…
Sorry for my giggle …
Was like a beautiful fiddle.
He was the finest fellow.
He did it so well, like a hero.
I felt his arrow inside,
My delight I couldn’t hide.
The tide of excite filled my body.
He was my toddy!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 12th of December, 2011
Larisa Rzhepishevska
Mon 12th Dec 2011 22:00
Love you, my dear Lynn. I thought Englishmen do not understand jokes.