You men, having come from the martial Mars,
Us women from fetchingly cute Venus,
Do for long engage in a game of spars
And there’s li’le change in this mutual status.
For, feigning love no more than carnal sex,
Man’s for long sharpened his pyrrhic war axe,
To get loved whilst the fair sex has paid tax,
Praise be, pretender that no genius lacks!
Conjugal life centres round, what else, sex,
If we believe what an expert sayeth,
Fains if there be freedom from sex or tax,
Cometh liberation only at death!
So then, there's un-spelt avowal of truce,
Abundant surges still conjugal juice!
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Expert sayeth: Havelock Ellis and others on the subject of sex
Sonnets (Tongue-in-cheek) | 01.08.05 |
Witnessed together, both the bright sun and the faint moon.
Oh!That early morning cruise was really a fortuitous boon;
Ride on the banana boat, and snorkeling in the Havelock Island,
Lightened up my mood; The colors of captivating coral leafs and
Delightful marine life rendered a mesmerizing magical tune.
Couldn't forget the scuba diving, where I glimpsed Harlequin wonders.
Rapture embraced me when I did parasailing and my distress got plundered;
Undersea walking was such a lovely experience, where I touched the sea floor
In short, it was the best place to experience the undersea and to explore;
Sailing across the Andaman island made me overcome the fears of oceans,
Enjoyed exuberant cruise with remarkable memories and numerous emotions
Inchcape
bitter irony in this verse,
inflict on self the inchcape curse,
when ralphy approached the rock,
without his mackintosh,
he'd cut the bell rope first,
later was defrocked,
and drowning did rehearse,
with foolishness he'd mockd,
ironic is the thirst...
with a pipe full of havelock,
immersed...
Don
Half Cocked
If life was sweet as buttercups
we wouldna have to say wassup
and as I slipped into your room
your figure shining with the moon
you gasped with seeming utter shock
as i smoked a pipe of havelock.............(old tobacco)
we came together neath the stars
and Jupiter he belted Mars
they put me in the JPs dock
said johnson had gone off half cocked
Don Johnson ....
Thank you sultry sweet Janine
your comments sweet, i'll lay between
and love will flow serenely not
steam and passion hot hot hot...
love Don
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