Re: Accrington Poets.
Reckon all us red blooded males have come across 'her' at one time or another!
The Modern Miss
© 2006
She posed on the beach in the sunlight,
Her body in stunning repose,
Scantily clad in chic swimwear,
And sunglasses perched on her nose.
She warranted admiring glances,
From young swains who wandered her way,
Avidly scanning her assets,
To covet the goods on display.
She rolled on her stomach demurely,
Enticingly plying her wares,
Vampishly snaking her body,
To glory in admiring stares.
She simpered and turned her head coyly,
Seducing the hot blooded males,
With feminine gestures intended,
To fire up the blood in their tails.
She stretched her long legs most divinely,
Disturbing the sand with her toes,
Exploiting her wherewithal grossly,
With little more flesh to expose.
She garnered the boys in her aura,
Seductively baring her soul,
Wantonly testing emotions,
Her antics devoid of control.
She patently toyed with the congress,
Increasingly stirring the pot,
Instilling the crowd with such passion,
That rendered them blind to the plot.
She openly flouted her aptness,
For teasing and winding up men,
Whose weaknesses craved exploitation,
Whilst palpably lacking in yen.
She raised herself up on one elbow,
Commencing a search of her bag,
And unable to find what she wanted,
She said: ‘Any o’ youz gotta fag?’
End
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Last edited by Stumped; 30-09-2009 at 21:41.
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