Underneath or Above

Nov 24 2014

Oh, it’s strange to be written a poem,

by a guy when you don’t hardly know’m,

and he only just barely knows you.

What a muse-unexpected to do?


If they’re cute, and he knows how to crank’m,

it’s enough to decorously thank’m,

by enjoying and being amused,

even if he’s a little confused.


For a poet ain’t much of a lover,

in a bed with a girl under cover,

but he knows one good trick: he can rhyme “limerick,”

whether he’s underneath or above’r.

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