I have a small lament,
Can’t as I did,
Find it,
It sort of went,
If I only knew,
When it left,
Left me bereft,
When away it flew,
You might think,
Or you might not,
Depending what you got,
That it is my dink,
Embarrassing you might say,
I thought about it long and hard,
To loose such integral part,
No toy left now to play,
Darn I thought where it could be,
And then I thought some more,
Like I never thought before,
When this blonde now, I did see,
Curvy tall, a vixen into the mist,
Divided all that steam she came,
There naked without shame,
My forehead in the bathtub kissed,
Eureka did I yell, I found it, Greek to her,
But then she found it too,
Three in the tub it was like in a zoo,
Thankfully, my toy with her did share.
©27/03/2009
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PS Don't tell Matlack, but I sent him one that my dogs didn't like!
Georg
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You wicked man, this is great tongue-in-cheek stuff. Well done!
John