7200
Twittered Via
Chilled Wren
At Valley Forge,
Pennsylvania
Prior carte blanche
to confessing illicit
extra-marital affair
I embolden
tomb ache
elicit, and
baldly bare
faced laid
out some
of the sordid
details clear
embarrassed
at one escapade
in particular
constituting dear
peppy's questing
randy romping caper
necessitating
vigilance 'ere
a park ranger,
(or other
unsuspecting
winter weather way
Farer attired
in gear
adequately bundled
cold as
a witch's tit
seasoned trooper)
reluctantly
repeated here
(unforgettable
if only be
cause this
"FAKE" Casanova ace
thee Missus
i.e.wife)
did
conversationally
chase
beseeched,
hen pecked,
and implored
me NOT
to erase
boot to recount
with (itty bitty)
Monty Python glory,
a straight face,
that one particular
amazingly grace
obviously
penned up,
and not
in the write
mind (pre
poetry daze),
which
scurrilous anecdote
did (and
still does) in vite
guffawing, sans
peculiar public
philandering,
with atavistic
cave man
designs tried
to unite
where daunting
phallus spite
confronting Arctic
Vortex when right
lee let loose
from pants
froze like a
little popsicle quite
purposely
remained flaccid
leaving me in
a penile plight
when trying
to hump
(standing up
like a good Knight
comically
ridiculous travesty)
With Barbara
B****, light
of adventurous
Green Beret
spirit, the
Unabashed MILF
about average height
fifty years,
whose busty bosom
silicone
breast implants
tell tale
viz radiation
and chemo
therapy fight
(resulting from post
Ductal Car
cinoma in situ)
needless to tell
nary an erectile spell
Asper tinker soldier
tailor spy
didst quell
basic animal instinct,
and feral
gonadal horniness
with intent
to consummate
sexual intercourse
according tummy
ought to occur,
cuz that
blustery air
mirroring said
day when hell
nearly froze
over invoking
intervention from
Cain and/or Abel.
Thus when
prick remained
limp and
nearly frost bitten
(at a boulder
christened cock rock),
aye frostily smitten
slogging wet
sneakers, thru
knee high snow...
now, no mo'
tubby written.
