Over my shoulder
he oogles the waitress
attending table no.3.
She’s sure some
looker
like a hooker
crossed with French maid.
He likes a girl
in uniform.
And out.
I reach underneath
and squeeze
his balls
hard!
He jumps to his feet.
“Ah, now my sweet...”
I smile sweetly at him.
“I’m so glad I got
your attention back! ”
“And anyway dearest
I quite fancy her myself! ”
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-can-play-at-that-game-for-gordon/
