Red

 

Brazenly garbed in boots and lace

Splaying treacle ‘bout the place

Her lively laugh emits a shake

From her head to her toes

Make no mistake

Her breasts perform

And my belly aches

I can’t accept her cherry tarts

Nor raisined rice; I’m torn apart

I fear I’ll dribble the scalding tea

The darlin’ lass has offered me

So, I sit quite awkwardly

Nipping on wee bits of cream

From my copper cup

And I dare to dream

Sopping up her sublime flow

Of niceties before I go

 

©Kay Salady

 

Image Credit:  www.sodahead.com

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