Plunged to terrain plagued, tasty female options
Surge of adrenalin pulses choices unsuitable
Piquant aroma pulls him closer, allure accosting
Sentient favours solacious flower so beautiful
Hurtled descent drops watchful onto hillock haze
Swayed seed laden willow heads have halos
Hedonistic impulse picks silken stems with craze
Seraphim surround a torn aura in dewy daos
Preordained mistake palates spasmed heartbeat
Shrews drawn to Stu allude to transformation
Prurient dripping pores warble wanton indiscreet
Strident serpentines permit desire incubation
Heathen has escape, wrapped parachute harness
Preparing his tortured innards for due launch
Hazards bring unbridled enthusiasm for newness
Pride hides a tarnished ego, attempts reforge
11th February
Whenever waking,
Lady tailor making
There once was a prolific chef named Stu,
Who whipped up vittles for a Navy crew.
He was aptly named,
And was also famed,
For concocting a most sumptuous stew.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Man Name Stu
There was a young man who always knew
Didn't like eating his wife's stew
she stopped cooking for him
then she hit his big shin
then she ran away with man name Stu.
Written: Sept. 10, 2015
Theresa