Collaboration Poem Our First Meeting On the Isle of Man
Such a beautiful morning
So quiet and serene
Contented and yawning
I'm living the dream.
I lie back in my deckchair
Emitting a contented sigh
When landing on my chest from nowhere
Came an exquisite butterfly.
The butterfly landed upon my hairy chest
I looked at it’s exquisite beauty it really was the best
It nestled in quite gently then fluttered in the air
When a beautiful young lady came running past my chair
She really scored a perfect ten - my jaw was open wide
I wanted nothing more than to have this beauty by my side
I stood and showed my great physique and strutted round with pride
I wanted this lady for myself one day she'd be my bride
The butterfly heard my heart beating so strong
It lifted its gossamer wings and the butterfly was gone
As if giving thanks to my exquisite guest
I caress the spot where he came to rest
Whispering my gratitude for him revealing to me
The beautiful face of my bride to be
Now he danced on her breast and she wasn't wearing a bra
What jammy gits those butterflies are.
Our hearts beat fast and they entwined
We went to a restaurant and wined and dined
It was a special moment I didn’t want to miss
For there we shared our very first kiss
One thing lead to another and we headed to my room
I grabbed my little blue pill – I wanted va va vroom
This stunning young lady pulled me swiftly to her chest
I could feel her heart beating underneath her thermal vest
Ok Daz I'll put you through your paces
Suspend you from the lampshade by your braces
Set you bouncing then i'll slip under
but was it worth it I'm starting to wonder
All that gossip is just idle chatter
I have to inform you, size does matter
When I agreed to this afternoon of sin
I never thought I'd ask , is it in ?
But Jan sweetheart, Please hear my rebuttal
That wasn't my willy, Just my belt buckle
Now I'm determined you will feel my passion
Flip you over and we'll do it doggie fashion
A contented smile replaces the scowling
The janitor rings, Will you two stop howling?
We are perfect together but I know after tonight
There is just no way you can get married in white.
Oh Darren my darling forgive me I pray
I’m not after marriage, just a roll in the hay
I’m sorry if you were after any more
But after a few days I’ll find you a bore
Come back to bed and let us not linger
You now know I don’t want a ring on my finger
I hate to feel you have been mislead
Lets just have a little more fun in this bed
Just like a man I'm becoming possessive
In pursuit of my goal I'm vain and aggressive
Wishing to own you to declare you are mine
Wanting a wife not a concubine
Not seeing the faults and the change in me
I take your hand and fall on one knee
Presenting the ring I bought from EBAY
We can marry next week Jan, What do you say.
Oh Darren in you I must confide
I can never ever be your bride
Although you think my name is Jan
Before the op my name was Stan
I thought I really must confess
Before our lives become a mess
I think we have reached the journeys end
I will never forget you my handsome young friend
By Jan Allison and Darren Watson
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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