You trimmed the roses
I cut the grass
You smiled demurely
I coarsely laughed
Under my trousers
I was underwear free
You smiled profusely
Sat on my knee
You strummed unbroken
Around the trees
Your garden our token
Of flow and breeze
Your petticoat
Is discarded at rest
I smile into your hand
My card at your bequest
Under Milkwood
And at countless other
Social gatherings
Pleasure is understood
Weather changes
Passions blow high and low
You say Cut the crap
I say …Hello
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle