Incorrigible

I've stretched my back a little bit.
Perhaps I'll get to sleep
To dream of foul-mouthed Millicent
Who's labeled me a creep
Because I have regard for her
For nothing but her looks,
Though she is very worldly
And reads a lot of books.
Alas, a mind, however keen,
To my benighted eyes,
Is nowhere near so fetching
As a well-turned pair of thighs,
Which Millicent most surely has.
She banishes the thought,
Protesting she's no pride in them,
But honestly she ought.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-16 at 22:44

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