She asked if I would write a poem about her
She wants to know if she's my Helen of Troy
It's true, the holes I'm finding in my boat
are causing quite a stir
Said she, I ought employ
a full time water boy
Doesn't she know I'm not a broken horse
Nor, her backside
I shan't bend low to kiss
with short shrift she runs the course
bold and swift upon her horse
But, what a pity
dearest Helen
won't loosen up the bit
Is she aware how first I'd have to die
before she then may write my elegy
The horse
the boat
the boy
all yours
high time I said goodbye
Lest Helen's magic bend my other knee
Gary Bercu
AKA Buddy Bee Anthony
Buddy Bee Anthony
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/helen-of-troy-2/
