After Reality, Interregnum
She plugged it in, she switched it on
And realigned thigh strap.
Angelic name belied again
She knew just where to press
For maximum ingress
She plugged it in, she switched it on
And then I heard it slap!
And fizz and lastly pop
The smell of ozone crisp
Mixed with the taste of sweat
Brought on by threat
Small wonder it went slap!
She switched it off, she pulled the plug.
She drew a mighty breath
And kissed me on my tensed-up neck
Then whispered in my ear:
Seen solely from the rear,
You make me want to pull the plug
Envoi:
During the blackout of sixty-five
We were lucky to get out alive
Contributors: | Roland, will h, Apsley, Beefy, (trad), Evan, F. |
Poem finished: | 2nd February 2005 by F. |