I’m just saying..

Girls don’t wear bonnets
so I don’t do sonnets.
And when women
go scantily clad
in stockings and lace
I tend to do free verse.
It’s just too hard collectively
to go for rhyme and reason.
Off with the clothes
of meaning and
back to raw basics.
Now all I need
are the body paints
and my brush.
Yes! Give me your canvas
and I will give to you
all the colours you desire!
Of course! They are washable in water
as is my guarantee to please.
Nothing is for free!
And that’s the problem
with wearing nothing
everyone can see you
you’re not invisible.
Except for the invisible man.
Who recalled that terrible day
when he was making love
to Lois Lane on top ,
( Yes! the missionary )
on the roof
of a skyscraper when
Superman saw Lois
naked lying down
to which he thought
was nude sun baking,
and so in an instant
faster than a speeding bullet
he gave her one
to which the invisible man replied.
Ouch! What was that?
“That hurt like hell!”

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Well… I think you are a Phenomenon of Poetry…
With a photogenic memory. Gently, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

You are so sweet Pat, thank you. I think your poetry earns that title so gentle, eloquent and feminine.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow… thank goodness… humor is still acceptable… it is difficult to find laughter. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

The Superman, a old joke. Always good to hear again. I did like your dance of words Andrew. So many things discussed.
"And when women
go scantily clad
in stockings and lace
I tend to do free verse.
It’s just too hard collectively
to go for rhyme and reason.
Off with the clothes
of meaning and
back to raw basics."
The above lines. I wish I wrote. Thank you for the outstanding and fun poetry to read.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Yes I heard the joke 45 years ago and it’s still makes me chuckle. Thanks John, not many writers like my lines lol. Thanks for the compliment.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Andrew.