Damn this tong!
I wanted the perfection
of no knicker line
showing
and now, it's cutting me
to the bone.
I feel like a
piece of cheese
being cut in two
by a long thin wire!
Oh the torture
he mistakeningly reads
as passion
and now it's disappeared
...you know where!
I shift uneasily
trying to make it look
sexy.
I grin
(more of a grimace)
and smooth my hair.
I am thinking only
of me...'down there! '
He is probably too
but not in the same way.
He tells me
he loves my smile
...if only he knew!
I can grin
and bear it
no longer
excuse myself
walk agonisingly
to the loo
dump the offending
garment
in the bin.
Never again!
Saunter
back in
knickerless in a very short skirt
(better be careful of how I sit)
give him
a kiss
more out of relief
than anything else
and order
another
Rum & Coke.
Oh the agony
of trying to pull a bloke!
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-it-all-goes-pete-tong/
