Her First Encounter


The scene, please, you imagine,
Make it as simple as can be.
The place, where you prefer it,
The players, he and she.
Position, she was reclining,
Staring at the ceiling up above.
Music, it was piped
The theme was harmony and love.

She whispered, "Will it hurt much?"
"Of course it won't" said he
"It's a very simple process,
Relax, rely on me."
She said, "I'm rather frightened,
I've never done this sort of thing before,
I've been assured there's nothing like it,
When it's over, will I be sore?"
He started to convince her
That it wouldn't hurt a bit,
She finally consented
And then wholly did submit.

Three, four minutes passed by
And neither spoke a word
It was she that broke the silence,
Her voice was rather blurred.
"It is getting rather painful"
The tears were in her eyes.
"It is hurting quite a bit now,
It must be quite a size."
"Now calm yourself my dear" he said
His face betrayed a grin.
"Relax and let it open,
And then I can get right in."

He adjusted his position
And approached her from behind,
Probing, easing gently,
The right spot for to find.
His grip upon her tightened,
He blocked the ceiling from her view,
All that she could think of was
His eyes are azure blue.

"It's coming now" he said to her
"I know" she thought with bliss
"It is quite a funny feeling
When you're lying back like this."
A spasmodic jerk then shook her
She gave a sudden shout
The experience was over,
Thank the Lord it's out.

Having obliged the sweet young lady
She was reminded of his fee
As would any Dentist
Unless your Dentist's free.

Did you write that Daffyd?

I guessed, but it's still clever!

No! I cannot claim that one............ I revised an old theme.......

This one is from my archives..............

My Olympiad

I'm really not into running
That is, not any more,
The only time I get involved
Is if my nose runs when it's sore.
Let's move along to jumping
I'm very good at that
You see I jump to conclusions
Alone here in my flat.
Then there is the shot-put
Now that's one I can do
In fact I got a medal for it
Throwing grenades, in '42
Boxing, now that's craftsman's game
I've made one or two of those.
Equestrian, the nearest I've been to horses
Has been when I'm drying clothes.
So you see I'm quite an armchair sportsman
Not bad for an old Granddad
Now that's the closest I will ever get
To hosting my own Olympiad!