Now, I’m quite the goody- good type
and I am not giving signals even if I could. Still,
this pretty gal was winking, while I was feeling naïve…
being a new guy in the neighborhood,
I said “Hi “, trying to be nice like Grammy said I must.
It started with an invite in her room
with teasing, touching, and flirting; the temperature
of my blood a seismic boom! Clothes ruffled
and hands traveled on her hair…
before I knew it, we were reeling and romping;
lamplights crashing down to the floor.
I didn’t know her status; she didn’t wear a ring.
Maybe I should have known it, but she seemed
so homely, innocent and thrilled to hear my heart
beat . But when the front door swung open;
a man yelled, “Honey, I’m home!”
I suddenly froze and posed behind
a tall figurine. Cussing, I dashed out the window…
as the oldest couple from a distance pressed,
“Hey Miss, your black stockings are on your neck!”
Funny Poem for Craig's Contest