John Lawless Poet Free verse

Phero-Moans

“Phero-moans”

Oh, joy
the skunk is back.
No one has seen her
yet all know she’s here.
There is just an air
about her
that turns the head
(and stomach).
She is so cute
that wiggle waddle,
those cute eyes,
fluffy tail,
magnificent
white racing stripe.
Her rather overpowering
femme fatale
pheromonal presence
assaults the unsuspecting.
A sensually aromatic
two by four
come hither.
I think the dog
just had his heart broken.


John G. Lawless
2/20/2018

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Constance La France February 27, 2018 at 9:17 AM John, there is no stink worse! Great write ...

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 24, 2018 at 1:29 PM He he he he, I spied one such lovely skunk just a few days ago, my dog did too, thank goodness she listens well and the younger wilder husky mutt I was sitting hadn't caught a glimpse of her. I knew with your title I was going to enjoy this one. xomo