Cat Sitter
It was a hard day in the office for the boss had gone berserk,
so I was quite relieved to know that I was driving home from work,
and once I parked me car and locked me shed; I went to get me mail,
before inside I put me feet up and enjoy a cleansing ale.
But in the meantime a distraction couldn’t help but catch me eye,
when a woman from across the street, who likes to show a bit of thigh,
was waving frantically towards me, and I returned her wave,
before I turned me back and walked inside to drink the beer I crave.
I had barely ripped the top off when there’s a knock upon me door,
and thoughts were running through me head as I walked across the floor
on who the visitor could be when I’m about to cook a meal,
and to my surprise it is the lass with gorgeous sex appeal.
She faced me with an impish smile and neither of us chose to speak,
but the minute spaced with silence felt like it lasted for a week,
so to break the awkward silence, I asked if she’d like to step inside,
but my request was pushed aside before a favour was implied.
She said her working week is over, so now it is party time,
and her hormones have started racing (I felt my chances climb)
She has an urge to go out drinking, get drunk and sexually excite,
and then casually she questioned me - “Are you busy tonight?”
I could not believe me flamin’ luck, testosterone was running wild.
The woman of my dreams is facing me; and so of course I smiled,
before I replied immediately “Oh no I’m free; have no fear of that.”
“Oh thank you, thank you” she replied - “in that case, can you mind my cat?”
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2020
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