The express delivery of sexual fluids
(an action thought sublime
by the ancient druids),
worshipped for the giving of life
and responsible for the seeds of strife.
Is this what the fuss is all about
as we squirm and mount
twist and shout?
It does seem somewhat like a dream
to build up such a head of steam
when on the plateau we reach for sleep
after that ancient faith and leap.
all i can think about when i read this is that bloody advert where the kid says 'express delivery' at the end. i cant for the life of me remember which advert it is though.
great poem by the way, amusingly sticky in its language.
Thu 3rd Mar 2016 11:12
and heres me Ray-thinking Viagra would never melt in your mouth!-yes indeed what is all the fuss about? have people never heard of snuggly onesies and hot water bottles? I love this poem! Thank you.Jemima.
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raypool
Fri 4th Mar 2016 14:34
Thanks Jem and Stu. Do I not respect such a glorious aspect of life - yes, but anything's fair game for me.,
and it was "tongue in cheek. "
Don't know which poem either Stu. Water bottles can also be sensuous .....
Ray