Wetlands
An ingenious man from Blackheath
Who rode his luck from up and beneath
Once had been a boy scout
Never once left home without
But when he checked found a hole in the sheath
He though had prepared for bad luck
Velvet sheets beckoned a tuck
Retrieved some bicycle lube
While he sat on the tube
Pouched his wet lips for a repair suck
Because of sensual addiction
And to enjoy coming friction
Chose from puncture repair kit
To mend the small condom split
Afraid of his lover’s eviction
To circumvent premature detection
Not to eschew passionate affection
He put the patch on the inside
Small draw back for delight
No chance now for any defection
But when crescendo’s climax had ceased
And his virile manhood had eased
Emery powdered paper
Had turned into a scraper
Unsurprisingly he was not too pleased
20th May 2020
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