I posted this with three others I can't post here, as I've submitted them elsewhere or soon will:
Car Ride
Although he loves distractions, still he minds
when Brenda spots his wayward eye: the love
he winks at bottle-blondes, the sluts he finds
adorable with bras he can’t remove.
The other day he gave a girl a mark
out of ten. Brenda’s fury left him shaken.
When streetwalkers from Spoule to Shittiebark
called him by name, he whispered “You’re mistaken,”
but tears came streaming down poor Brenda’s cheeks.
“I’ve given you my life. Now make me come,
right now, in this back seat. It’s not been weeks
or months, but years. Oh save me from this doom!”
He got down to it seven times and proved
his worth, while mourning girls he wished he’d loved.
* the end-words in this poem come from Shakespeare’s 116th sonnet, “Let me not to the marriage of true minds…”
[This message has been edited by winter (edited April 08, 2006).]
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