I did not have sexual relations I swore
but my mouth organ and horn she asked for.
No one played like Monica
and she loved a good cigar
but now she won’t blow my nut sax anymore!
All my interns played it for me I confess
and with me pass an act of sexual congress.
That woman, Miss Lewinsky,
sure stained my Presidency
but Holy BJ, I sure stained her blue dress!
Written: July 2016
It's raining outside
Trees structuring stories
Someone drenching inside the self
Night is fading
A little bird
feathers wet with raindrops
finding no place to perch on
is at my window
Out of the window
A street vendor struggling
to save her foodstuff
from the threatening rain
Close to her shop
a bare bodied boy
drenching himself
and playing with mouth organ
In the balcony
Two friends are capturing the milieu
with brushes and colours
When you hear the gentle notes that seduce
or the crashing chords that vibrate
leaving your hairs standing on end
and goose bumps adorn your skin.
The sweet melody of a mouth organ
mingling with sharp piano notes.
The screeching notes of violins
harmonising with the wind pipes.
The tenderness that entices
and enhances as a fiddlers
fingers and bow fly entrancingly
all coming together as a whole.
The husky croon of a singer
melding with spine thrilling chords.
This and oh so very much more
is the sheer enchanting perfection.
Surely music is indeed soul food
the bass guitar throbbing
deep inside, whilst heaven wards
the rumbling rhythm soars.
I..................
Caught...............
My wife cheating...................
It had crossed my mind, should I give her a beating?
Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed,
Silence choked the room as nothing was said.
I stared at her, through the cheating, beauty I see,
She never dolled herself up like this for me.
She had her wooden eye in her head,
She looked quiet cute sprawled on the bed.
With lipstick smudged on her face,
In laddered stockings and torn black and white lace.
I thought she was about to speak but she played the mouth organ
I said, “You drunk cow, how could you cheat on me with Captain Morgan.
Ok she wasn’t drunk, she was very merry
And to top it off, under the covers was Ben and Jerry.
Now life’s pleasures, some are tall while others small,
But for me my friends I have a curse, a wife that will eat and drink’em all
Finally, if you thought it would turn out dirty, you will find,
It’s not in mine, but your dirty mind.
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