Bugger

Last night my missus gave me oysters for my tea
I was really kind of hopeful for a night of tumble round whoopee
I showered and shaved, it helps to smell like a stud
But her half dozen oysters must have all of been duds.

Things were looking desperate so I engaged in some foreplay
Thats the thing that old men do when they want a roll in the hay
I grovelled and I pleaded, even whined like a dog
But for all of my best efforts all I got was a snog.

So should she ever come home, bearing that little wee blue pill
Don't think that I got lucky or had an evening of thrill.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Allison Avatar
July 11, 2016 at 4:51 PM
this is priceless Mark really made me laugh out loud:-) hugs jan xx
Woods    Avatar
July 12, 2016 at 2:35 AM
I have got a soft spot for this poem. Just a good laugh that so many people can associate with
Raven Avatar
January 3, 2016 at 9:11 AM
Hi Mark, i needed a laugh and this write sure did fit the bill. I think for me it would be dozens of oysters. I'd know who to blame when i spent all night on the toilet. Mind you that could well be the plan. Enjoyed the read Mark. Glad i started at the beginning....Vladislav.
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January 3, 2016 at 1:32 PM
Thank you Vladislay. I'm about to delete some of my earlier poems, but this stays at it is a keeper. It seems to amuse so many people.
Godwin Avatar
September 25, 2015 at 11:50 AM
I'm back tracking your poems and glad of it - I found this clever gem. Such a fun read ... CayCay
Woods    Avatar
September 25, 2015 at 6:08 PM
I'm sure many blokes would relate to this, and I'm sure many women would get a giggle too ; )
Kimathi Avatar
August 8, 2015 at 7:02 AM
Congrats for having your piece featured in PS home page Mark! ;-)
Woods    Avatar
September 25, 2015 at 6:05 PM
So sorry Teddy never saw your comment, thank you for your kind words.
A  Avatar
August 4, 2015 at 9:10 PM
MARK, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. **SKAT**
Woods    Avatar
August 5, 2015 at 4:21 AM
Thank you Skat, bad time to realise I made a very bad grammatical error!
Laurie Avatar
August 3, 2015 at 3:35 AM
There you go Mark... it's a fallacy. Oysters only work for oysters I reckon... and oyster salesmen. catch you soon - Lindsay
A   Avatar
July 19, 2015 at 9:09 PM
Mark, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
A  Avatar
July 19, 2015 at 1:30 PM
Mark,, a sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT""
Woods    Avatar
July 19, 2015 at 1:49 PM
I'm just a fool from the antipodes thats always enjoyed entertaining friends with humor, political views and wee snippets of life.
Andresen Avatar
July 18, 2015 at 5:45 AM
- With smiles and joy I welcome you to P-Soup, Mark :) - Hope you will find this poem page interesting and post many more poems in the future - Have a great experience together here with us in "the poems world" - I wish you every success - // Anne-Lise :)
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July 17, 2015 at 10:06 PM
This was a most entertaining poem, Mark! Thanks for sharing! Always, Laura
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