Sex -E
'Twas at the home of Governors
with pink champagne in hand
I asked them all to take their chairs
still restless, I did stand
I began to speak on modern times
and Pinner's mind to tax
and laughing as they sipped their wines
I felt the more relaxed
As caviar was ushered in
no one the least perplexed
still rattling on about our age
until I mentioned sex
The chandeliers began to shake
the butlers 'loosed their ties
what in the world was happening?
why all the constant sighs?
I merely mentioned the metaphor
to stress the women quaint
when Mr. Belaire
dropped his cigar,
the ladies began to faint
No need to get hysterical
I can explain you see
Sex is but the small word SIX
except you use an "e"
age 16
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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