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Not The Kind
by Philip F De Pinto
As they say,
She was hot to trot.
I was not.
Despite many protestations on my part,
Still, would ply me with incessant libation;
Render me stewed as a sot,
So as to more easily hunker down the game, as they say,
So as to impress in me the fullness of her magazine.
And given none of the ammo
Will be of a kind or mind to practice contraception
What option but conception
Lay just around the corner?
Lest I be a poor sport about it and quickly abort,
Export the blasted imports, as they say,
Rather than gestate to full fruition
And birth and raise the lot
Of grim todllers on my own;
In the dark no less, and in a stupor,
Given she who was hot to trot
Is not the kind to stick around
Only leave a corpse behind.
11/30/2013 Posted on 11/30/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/30/13 at 06:37 PM Cleverly written/delivered Phil. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/06/13 at 04:44 AM "So as to more easily hunker down the game, as they say,
So as to impress in me the fullness of her magazine.
And given none of the ammo" I love these lines and I think I've loved her sister... :) |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/02/14 at 06:10 PM As always I enjoy your playful portrays of serious matters. |
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