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Standing Room Only
Some days the trouser snake wont sleep,
he has a simple mind, to take me to the place
men like, that rests with womankind
And in a dance when only twenty, tight
trousers were the rage, young waist and
body pressed to mine he popped out of
his cage
His size increased to take the stage while
girls at side did giggle, to see this creature
kick and jump, to ‘Beatles’ fiesty jiggle
So I sat down while he stood up, I cursed
and swore to kill him, while maiden fair
with thighs of gold pretended not to see him
And later when I walked her home, and asked
her for a date, she answered yes and coyly said,
”Don’t forget your mate”
Copyright ©
Peter Lewis Holmes
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