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Monday Musing
Monday meant
a back-to-work-day
for the girl on yonder stool.
Tuesday lent
a tease of foreplay;
sparking coming-weekend drool.
Wednesday went
down hump-day hallway
dimming lights of party pool.
Thursday bent,
for briefest outlay
prick of conscience, like a tool.
Friday - scent
of primal outré
razed the land, forsaking rules.
Weekend spent
on wild-night forays
fanned her hedonistic fuel.
Tell me, gents,
turned back to Monday,
would you name her crass - or cool?
Notes: It's feels like a very long time since I've posted something new. After reading and posting comments on some other pieces, the rhyming itch surfaced and these silly verses popped up. No deep reflection on my part...the first stanza wrote itself into a rhythm and I tried to replicate it using a days-of-the-week theme (with a little cheat lumping Saturday and Sunday into one stanza - call it poetic license). Comments welcome.
Monday meant
a back-to-work-day
for the girl on yonder stool.
Tuesday lent
a tease of foreplay;
sparking coming-weekend drool.
Wednesday went
down hump-day hallway
dimming lights of party pool.
Thursday bent,
for briefest outlay
prick of conscience, like a tool.
Friday - scent
of primal outré
razed the land, forsaking rules.
Weekend spent
on wild-night forays
fanned her hedonistic fuel.
Tell me, gents,
turned back to Monday,
would you name her crass - or cool?
Notes: It's feels like a very long time since I've posted something new. After reading and posting comments on some other pieces, the rhyming itch surfaced and these silly verses popped up. No deep reflection on my part...the first stanza wrote itself into a rhythm and I tried to replicate it using a days-of-the-week theme (with a little cheat lumping Saturday and Sunday into one stanza - call it poetic license). Comments welcome.
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