I can't express my most profound dismay
at reading what my mother does at play.
If I had dared indulge in some small banter
of this unseemly and pre-verted manner
I would have greeted all with my clean smile
provided by a mouthwash known as---Dial!
I wish I'd had a modicom of warning
when I logged on for poetry this morning:
the woman seated at the breakfast table
in secret, rhymes of smut inside the stable!
A moral's in here, somewhere, so I bet!
It's keep your children off the Internet.
Sharon
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