Lost Lies Under
Under the covers, bodies move
Sensuous choreography
Impatient lovers hope to prove
That all is not pornography
Under the spotlight, young men prance
Girls striptease while tambourines
Add their rhythms to the dance
An unrequited lover keens
Over prune danish, housewives gossip
A post-freudian sublimation
They all concede that life's a tossup
And sex a Disney animation
Under the floorboards, creatures call.
The mouse, the mouse is calling.
Their mousey cops won't stop the brawl
Nor halt their caterwauling.
Over the hill, the spinster reflects
"Why did I ever dump that guy?"
Now each grey day's dismay dejects
"Youth's for the young and the spry"
Contributors: | Anon., Francine, tonedeaf, Nym, tonedear, Dassn't Say, Kansas Sam, td, Neil. |
Poem finished: | 28th July 2003. |