Naughty Boy

Spring comes. Hearts soar. As they do,
One's thrilled by serendipity. I found
Myself within a park, a toothsome
Sausage in my hands, but nothing else.
Then she arrived, with bun and unguents,
Sadly thinking she was lacking what
Might make her life complete. We met
Somewhere behind the bushes. I
Submitted sausage. She provided bun
And unguents, and how we feasted!
Spring has come. Hearts soar, along
Baser urges. Suchwise, so do we.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-15 at 02:33

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