She asked if I would write a poem about her
She wants to know" is she my Helen Of Troy'?
It's true,
the holes I'm finding in my boat,
are causing quite a stir.
Said she, "I ought employ
a full time water boy"
Is she unaware
I am not a broken horse
Nor her backside
I shan't bend low to kiss
With short shrift
she runs the course
Bold and swift
upon her horse
But, what a pity
dearest Helen
won't loosen up the bit
Does she not know
first I'd have to die
Before she then
may write my elegy
The horse
the boat
the boy
all yours
high time
I said goodbye
Lest Helen's magic
bend my other knee...
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Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 02/06/2024 at 4: 45 PM Pacific Standard Time