Unfilled to over-flowing,
as was her bottle of tears,
with weeping for the fallen woman,
while from her lips to God's ears...
said the Mother Superior,
“I have completely lost track
of how often the Archbishop and I,
wearing ashes and cloth sacks,
crept into the crypt
and made the beast with two backs.
Altho' no one can hold a candle,
to his Grace, yes,
not even the Venerable Abbess,
flagellation notwithstanding,
as a nun married to You,
who committed sacrilege,
I'm ashamed to confess,
I broke your Lord's Commandment
as an unrepentant adulteress.”
The beast with two backs,
Rarely attacks,
As it is preoccupied,
With whom it interacts.
The man with two heads,
(One of them red),
Is a far bigger threat,
Until one head is dead.
I see it in your eye; something there hiding;
I see it in your skin, your hair
I see it in your Gucci belt
I see it the cards you dealt
I see it in your earinged lobes
the way you dance among
the strobes
And in the night where nothing lacks,
I see it in the beast with two backs;
something hidden you won’t say,
perhaps you will, when we are grey?
Peter L Holmes 1st July 2015 for contest
He hath become a Lord among us peasants then
A well used bed he lined with pleasant men
And eyes he batted at the ladies in court
His tennis balls they bounced for sport
And here he came again at leisure
A heady mistress mixture of pleasure
He dove her depths digging for treasure
She rose to meet him measure for measure
A man he won at the slaver
His endurance will never flag nor waver
Slow tongue dancing, one must savor
A delicious man of finest flavor
The knight of the beast with two backs
Oft called Lothario until jealousy attacks
O dear anointed priest of the mattress sacks
He makes up with wit for the strength he lacks
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