Argument For Exceptions
A new bordello - civic, clean - is what Wisconsin needs
The sort they built a few years back in Leamington, or Leeds
A place where anyone can go to satisfy their lust
Not anyone... just those sad men who fade after one thrust
The streets would be a better place with no-one crawling kerbs
And with each house's garden neatly stocked with herbs
Which, duly fried and roasted, and compacted into blocks
Will seal up every orifice and penetrate the locks
And wrench the very hairpins from the bunches and the bangs
Revealing horny poets picking lowest fruit that hangs
We'd get the girls from all around, the cleanest and the best
We'd weed out all the cross-eyed ones and then dismiss the rest
But they still turn me down - I can't satisfy their lust
While coping with exhaustion as I earn my daily crust
As an out-of-work cathedral clock who's jobbing as a watch
So on their sordid bedposts I shall never be a notch
And on their sticky carpets I'll never leave a stain
Though that does not prevent my dreams, which then unbid present
The most lubricious harlots that might infest a brain
(A state of mind, I've oft been told, a wedded wife should soon resent)
Envoi
The girls of the night, when push comes to shove
Just can't compete with a well worn glove - allegedly
And there's no love like store-bought love
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Big Andy, chaise, TG, loaf, asdf, (trad), Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 26th January 2004 by Anon.. |