Friday, 8 June 2007

And so to bed...

I lie beside you watching as you sleep
And for your manly beauty I could weep
Recalling passion lost so long ago
Forgetting for a moment all I know

Reality steps in, my fancy stalls
As you in slumber start to scratch your balls
Without demur the same hand you then put
Around the back so you can scratch your butt

Sweet memories embracing me no more
As opening your mouth you start to snore
At last my disillusionment complete
When rudest wind erupts to raise the sheet

My dreams are dashed and driven from my head
Starting tomorrow you'll have your own bed

By Pauline