Big Orchids In Dead Marriage
My dove, Suzette, she lays in wait
No fear within her breast
To kiss the postman whom I hate
The one Suzette loves best.
At his approach, she coos and bills
She parts her little beak
She decks herself with beads, with frills,
And pecks him on the cheek
She is a little strumpet, then,
A slutty, forward hen
Who should be slaughtered on the slab
Because she loves postmen
Damn'd postman, always ringing twice!
To get another peck
There at the doorstep, in a trice,
Suzette's beak meets his neck
My mind's made up, I'll stand no more -
I'll tie her to her perch!
And when the postman's at the door
I'll kick him where it hurts!
That loving pair have cooed their last!
I swear I'll wring her neck -
And when he hears my shotgun blast
He'll be blown straight to Heck!
Envoi:
Boids of a featha!
When you're togetha,
Sing a loverly song.
| Contributors: | Barrymore's Ghost, Stacy Alexander, Apsley, fester, dkb, Anon.. |
| Poem finished: | 12th December 2002. |