Should I push or pull
When the weary raincoat of cloudy night has opened before Dawn’s door
There you’ll find hermaphrodite hoodie stirring in the nether region
Dawn turns only to say
“Stop muckin’ about”
“Aah”
Sighs hermaphrodite hoodie
“What I’d give for any port in a storm
Yes brandy and a little drop of port”
“Garr……” slurps Dawn (pint of heavy in hand)
“But your eyes are a sore sight
Stay awhile ye twisted stranger, try an rearrange, yer a bit of a dog in a mang…er”
“Mark me well Dawn! today I’ll play wit’ me ditties an’ yer man there dreams only of havin’ titties
Could that be the greatest concluding line to a poem ever?
Possibly Joe, I haven’t a clue what any of it means in all honesty!
This must be a very deep verse, as I have no idea what’s going on.
Did Dawn bring enough pints for everyone?
I think it is mostly word play Guap. I can’t make much sense of it either!
ROFL! OK, so I must be twisted…it makes perfect sense to me!
Red.
That makes 2 of you then!