The P Word
.
I did not say penile
I said pineal
When you planted me in that
pillory
that God forsaken state
I could not get a night of sleep
That is why I hopped on
her pillion
to get a pillows grace
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment